Is Lila bigger already, she looks like she’s grown.

I’ll find out one day, but I don’t think I would. I may. Well how important a thing? If important I’d do it.

I was always the one begging to do things together. It fell on deaf ears. Divorce was inevitable.

This is all I have ever wanted – a happy, loving family doing family things together. Taking the dog for a walk and talking. Eating an ice cream cone in the park. Laughing at funny movies together. Family dinners and holidays.

I want it, and I’m going to have it. I will never stop praying and saying my affirmations.

My guy is out there and I want the Currier and Ives Christmas with him, as we laugh at his crazy Aunt Martha who really likes her eggnog!

I think what turned out to be our best “date” ever was one day going to the tire store in the middle of the day. The tires had to be rotated and all, so we had to wait.

There was a Starbucks across the way, so we went there and just sat together, for the first time without kids,just us, in a long time.

On the way back we had to fight against the wind across the parking lot, together, and it was fun!

That was the start of something new.

Little things mean everything.
Grand gestures are fun and exciting. I think there’s room in any relationship for a once in awhile ‘blow your hair back’ over the top surprise. But ultimately, those events are not sustainable.
What nourishes and feeds love (I think) are the ‘little things’ that demonstrate understanding and intimacy and care/regard for one another.

TAB once slipped out of bed early on a cold winter morning, turned off the alarm, fed the horses, made coffee and brought me a cup in bed. “I didn’t want you sticking those cold feet all over me, woman! I know how cold you get.” <–TAB-speak for "I love you".
He's on night tides again now and I make crockpot meals, so he's got something warm going out *and* coming back in from work. I also stick his clothes in the dryer right before, so he's got a jump on the bitter cold Pacific beach/ocean.

We tackle projects together, too. Apparently seeing your lady on a ladder with a pry bar, fending off bats and wasps during a roof tear off is a huge aphrodesiac. Who knew?

Warm memories of grocery shopping together, laughing about goofy things. The grocery store – who knew?

We do it all together, he makes the most mundane tasks bearable and even comical.

Love, like friendship, is very dependent on shared experience, and that in turn accumulates. Both my marriage and my longest love affair foundered in large part because we just didn’t share enough day to day.

My ex husband and I did do things together for quite a while, but he gradually got less and less inclined to do anything with me – he’d been acting out of character in effect. He hated going out with me too, and I loved going out. In time his Cap Moon which had fallen in love gave way to his Aqua Sun which didn’t want to share anything at all: I was shut out. When we started eating lunch in different places – me outside and him indoors – and sleeping in different rooms, it was all up.

My longest affair was with an Aqua Moon who also didn’t want to share much of his life with me – I was his refuge, and he’d talk freely about it all to me – but I wanted, needed, to share some of it with him. We foundered on that rock more than once.

We are always willing to go No matter what. Ox goes to the grocery store with me “Just because I like hanging out with you, and I can usually talk you into buying extra candy bars” and I go to the laundry mat with him (he washes his uniforms there because they sometimes have harsh chemicals on them) “So I can beat you at Mrs. Pacman and be fascinated that you know the timing on the cycle to put the softener in–and the fact that you are a guy and USE softener”
We do things he likes and we do things I like. It’s really fair.
It very much is the little things that are often taken for granted that you should really pay attention to.