"Honey, it's almost time for us to do valentines. Can you take a minute to write something for the kids?"
It took an hour or two for my husband to process that, but obviously it hadn't fully processed, or I hadn't been clear enough. He approached me later.
"OK, where are the cards you wanted me to sign?"
"There are no cards. You get to provide them." With a slight hint of tease in my voice, I added, "I could give you some stamps to make some cards if you want." (There are times he would have done that, but time was of the essence here.)
We laughed as he teased me back and pretended to really want to do that.
"Where's some paper?"
Again, I smiled, since our house is swimming in paper products of all shapes, sizes, types, and colors. (My girls love crafts.)
"Kids, why don't you help your dad find some fun red or pink paper?" Since they had just gone hog-wild creating cards for the family, it would have been easy to find.
"That's ok, I have some here," he said.
I was the one teasing again as he walked to the table with spiral-bound, lined paper.
"How romantic!" (He'd already given me a rose, chocolate and a bookstore gift certificate (which equals true love in my book)), so I didn't expect anything. "Will you make me one, too?"
"Do you want wide- or college-ruled?"
(He has a sense of humor that always catches me off-guard. I gave a full belly laugh at that one.)
What he wrote on those silly lined pieces of paper made me cry.
And yes, he did write one for me, too.
It's the little things, ya know?