I was prompted to write about my man today because of all of the little gestures he makes on a regular basis that are the foundation for my respect and appreciation.
He is such a fascinating, wonderful combination of traits and I am so in love.
This morning, as I got ready for work and he was about to head out, I asked if he would mind grabbing a cup of orange juice for me. As always, he kindly complied and returned moments later. Only instead of presenting me with the expected juice glass, he held a wine glass filled with orange juice. He set it down in front of me, claiming that orange juice “just tastes better” in a better glass, kissed me, told me he loved me, and left for his work day.
To me, it is truly all of the simple things that he does that make him a romantic man. He doesn’t subject himself to the pressure to “do something romantic” on special days like Valentines Day, he just seems to naturally impress me in all kinds of small ways that collectively, make him such an incredible husband.
Orange juice in a wine glass on a random weekday morning is my version of romanticism.
I love you, sweetie 🙂
And you were right, the orange juice definitely tasted better this morning.