The other night as I got ready for bed, my husband said he was going downstairs to watch football since he wasn't tired yet. I said goodnight, continued brushing my teeth, then stepped out of the bathroom and noticed our bed.
Joel had set up the heating pad for me. I use it every night after my evening physical therapy exercises, and before he had gone downstairs to witness Clemson upset Alabama, he took time to plug the cord into the outlet behind his nightstand, turn it to its highest setting, and prop it near my pillow so it would be ready for my shoulder when I laid down.
This was more than a plugged-in heating pad. It's a statement that he notices and cares. It's one of the dozens of things he does each week that keeps the "I do" alive nearly 18 years after we first pledged it to each other.
Let's never underestimate the power of small gestures with the people we love the most.
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