Today I turned 29. I woke up, went to school, went to work, and came home.
My DH had gone to a meeting so I finished washing the dishes and vacuumed.
He returned after about an hour, proceeded to cook me dinner, and presented me with a teddy bear and a miniature rose in a pot, as well as a triple chocolate cake that he had bought at the bakery earlier today.
I often find myself thinking that if he bought me a hundred diamond rings or a thousand expensive sports cars, it's still those little small things that I love the most. Like when he cooks me dinner. Or when he spends that precious time making reservations at a restaurant.
One day I came home and he had done seven loads of laundry.
I don't care what Cosmo says. 7 loads of laundry? THAT'S foreplay.