Little things that mean a lot.....

It was 12am on Friday when Ross came to pick me up from the airport. His face had "need a home cooked meal" all over it. It's in these little stolen glances that the guilt seeps in. Am I doing the best I can, everyday, to make sure my husband is happy?

I got into the car, but not before a welcome home smooch, which was much needed for both sides. My whole body began to ache, and I could tell Ross was looking for any sign of life one me, some way he could make sure I was awake enough just to keep him company on the ride home. So, I sat up and asked as many questions as I could.

It's always two moments in time, that I'm the surest I've been since the alter, that Ross and I are meant to be. The first would be the sound of airplane wheels retracting into their compartments, that click of metal immediately followed by the air lifting the plane's body. And the second would be, the feeling of the first set of wheels slamming onto the tar mack. These seem like trivial sounds or events, but they each symbolize a different feeling I have for Ross.

The first reminds me that I already miss being away from him, no matter how stubborn we each become, and the second......the second is the way I know it's time to relax and be myself, to come home to what I know is right.

That next morning, Ross left early to go play basketball, and the only way I actually know this is because he came back at 8:30 and told me so. Though we didn't have much planned, by 9:45 that night I was ready to go to bed, and I felt horrible about that, but my body needed rest as a much larger travel was afoot on Sunday. I put in a load of work shirts for drying, and fell asleep, only to wake up early this morning and realize, my clothes probably weren't dry enough.........GREAT....I was going to smell like Ross' abused basketball shorts again : (

But just as I got up to go check, all, ALL of my laundry was done and put into a basket. This may not seem like much to anyone of consequence, but it was like a tiny vacation for me. My eyes instantly welled with tears as I realized that Ross had to have stayed up a good three hours to get the second load done. A large smile spread across my face, and I ran to our bedroom to thank him. No matter what, Ross will always be, to me, the most thoughtful man I know.