I woke up to two Kona coffee chocolate bars encased in a love note in a pocket of my purse. I love the small things, and I know a great many people do, but who takes time to notice, or to create small things? This note wasn't Shakespeare. It wasn't poetry at all, even. It wasn't done in calligraphy. But that isn't what mattered, at least, to me. Just the fact that someone (my man) took just a minute out of his insanely busy day to think about just me, what I love and sometimes need to see in writing, and to write me a love note! To me, this is just further evidence that love isn't a big thing, but a million little things.
I love that guy.