Little things

Little drops of water, little grains of sand;

Make the mighty ocean and the pleasant land

It was the middle of the night, and she stirred from her sleep; she quietly got out of bed, and did not make a peep. She sits in total darkness now and thinks about her man, the little things he does for her to lend a helping hand. 

He helps her all around the house and never makes a mess, he says it gives her extra time and her work will be less. She loves him for his thoughtfulness he does it on his own, he said he wants to make it sure that she never has to moan. 

He says it’s really easy and he says he’ll never fail, and he promised her that he would never ever leave a trail. He said his mother taught him not to clutter all his life, she also told him, “don’t you ever do it to your wife!” 

So she has benefited from a son who was well taught, but all those little things just magnify her love she thought. She loved him from then they met and loves him more each day, but all the little extra things sure help along the way. 

He respects her and loves her for what she is, accepting her with arms wide open. He treats her like a princess and his mother like a queen.

He makes no fuss when she is sick, instead cooks for her then. He looks after her like a mother, cares like a sister and scolds like a friend. He touches her so tenderly that she might break; now the sickness has no effect on her and she feels great.

She sits and thinks of other things that many overlook, like cleaning his own cup and hanging it on the hook. Or when he snacks on TV night with friends who have all come, when it’s over and they leave there’s not one single crumb. 

When she comes to him with tears in her eyes, he holds her strongly even when a part of him weeps silently. He goes to party with her and dance all night, and makes sure that he gets all his moves right.

When its play night with the kids it seems a storm took place, games and toys strung all around a pillow was a third base. But when she tucks the kids in bed when play night reached the end, she never makes it back before the place is clean again. 

She loves him so much for the way he shows his love to her, there’s no doubt how much he loves her, and she knows this for sure. And she can’t help but love his ways and her love grows in him, and he won’t change his little things its how he has always been. 

She loves his thoughtfulness to her and this is one of them, she thinks while sitting in the darkness half asleep again. It’s just a little something that to some may bring a frown, but the man, she so adores, kisses her on the forehead, puts the seat back down.