Marriage is giving the kids a bath because you know that your husband's hands have been unusually dry from working in the yard.
Love is handing him the honey before he asks for it because I know he'll need it for his toast.
Marriage is remembering that he needs to be reminded to grab his coffee on the way out the door.
Love is having someone's breath to listen to in the middle of the night.
Marriage is bringing up the can of shaving cream because I saw the empty one on the bathroom counter.
Love is rubbing his back after a day of working in the garden even though mine hurts just as bad.
Marriage is watching his TV show even though I don't particularly like it.
Love is trying Plants Vs. Zombies because he thinks I will like it.
Marriage is cooking sweet potatoes instead of red potatoes because they are his favorite.
It's not the big things. It's not the vows or the big moments. It's the small moments. No one keeps track, no one tallies totals but both of us know they add up to something big.
Happy 12th anniversary to my husband.