We have a little sugar bowl that I use for my coffee. Sometimes, when I know that it’s nearly empty, I open the lid and find that Edlyn has filled the bowl with sugar. I think that’s very sweet. It always makes me smile and think fondly of her.
I no longer have a SO but the one I had was sweet for a long time.
I used to wake up and go into the bathroom in the morning and find my toothbrush with toothpaste already on it.
At night I used to find my side of the bed rolled down and awaiting my arrival.
I often found my gas tank perpetually “filled”. THere was like some gas fairy that took care of me.
Mr. S ALWAYS unlocks and opens my car door for me. Before he goes around to open his own door. Even when I’m the one who’ll be driving. Yes, I’m perfectly capable of doing it myself, but I adore this gentlemanly gesture from my hubby.
One of many reasons why I think I’ll keep him, thankyewverymuch.
When making dinner mine always brings me a bit of whatever it is to snack on, so say we are having a stew with mushrooms in it, I will get a little pile of mushrooms fried the way I like them on a slice of toast to much on while I wait.
When I finish my shower, he always brings me my towel. Sometimes if I know he’s in bed or doing something else, I’ll be preparing to get the towel myself, and he’ll come running in to get it for me. He’s so cute.
Muliejuck is the best. She always buys my favorite flavors of Ice Cream at the store, even when I tell her to get her own. (I have an ice cream addiction, so this is a big deal for me.)
On occasion, when I am getting dressed for work, and I go to put on my shoes I find that they have been freshly polished!
Sometimes she will pack my lunch if I am running late for work. If so, she still puts a little note in there for me.
She always encourages me to go out with the guys and have a good time.
She doesn’t care if I watch football all day Saturday.
She listens to my music, and she is starting to like it.
She still laughs at my stories, even though she has heard them a hundred times.
She almost always gets out of bed with the kids in the morning and lets me sleep in on the weekends.
She tells me when my clothes don’t match.
And my all time favorite: Often when we are watching T.V. together, she will reach over and start scratching my head without me asking.
Moejuck–Luckiest guy on the face of the earth.
Hon runs my tub for me every morning.
I tend to knock my phone charger down behind my shelf all the time and he always grabs it for me.
Mr. Murky always opens the car door for me.
When he rolls over in his sleep, Mr. Murky kisses me without even waking up to think about it.
Sometimes I’ll wake up in the morning and find my toilet bowl sparkling clean.
He unsaddles our horses for me.
He always, always opens doors for me.
When he gets me a soda or a beer, he always opens the can for me.
He calls during the day just to check on me.
He loves me, and I’m so very lucky to have him. I try to make him feel as good as he makes me - and he notices too
Doing any kind of housework for me makes me feel loved.
He makes dinner for me when I have night classes. Food is always waiting (warm) when I get home.
He makes LJ icons and banners for my webpage. He also makes wallpapers for me. All featuring Spike, of course. He’s remarkably patient with my SPike/James Marsters addiction.
He’ll let me eat ihs ice cream when I’m out and I’m crampy and and feel yucky.
She patiently listens to me babble when I’m excited and want to talk, even if I’m not being particularly interesting.
She sets out a week’s supply of multivitamins on the coffeemaker when she’s out of town because she knows that no matter how hard I try, I simply can’t muster the brain power to remember to ever take a vitamin in the morning unless it’s right in front of me.
She always remembers the little things that make an outing enjoyable. (This is actually sort of a problem, because I’m getting used to her always being so prepared that when I go somewhere without her I look like a total retard.)
There’s about a million more. She’s great.
George walks around the house in his tighty-whities and socks - he looks like a little kid and it is SO cute!
I love to take long baths in the Jacuzzi tub upstairs, but the timer only goes to 20 minutes. When Mr. Legend hears the jets stop, he always runs upstairs to push the button for me again (sometimes he’ll do it twice during one bath!) so that I don’t have to get out of the water to do it.
In the winter when he leaves for work an hour before me, he scrapes the ice off my car windows for me.
Gunslinger keeps track of how much milk I have in my apartment. He buys me more when I am getting low. He does not live here, nor does he drink milk; he does this only because he knows how much I enjoy a glass of milk, and he doesn’t want me to go without.
He also brought me a Sprite today while I was at work, just because I asked him to. I really appreciate his driving across town to give me a bottle of soda and talk to me while I was at work. It made my evening.
Kal buys me little treats from town whenever he goes shopping - recipe mags, sweets, soda… whatever he thinks I may be in the mood for that day.
He opens doors for me all the time - even when his arms are full of shopping.
He opens soda cans and bottles.
Holds my hand - especially when crossing the street.
Makes me a cuppa tea when I’m in the bath.
Pats my head as I drift off to sleep at night, or strokes my back.
Tells me he loves me in his sleep
There are so many things he does that make me happy. I’m a very lucky gal indeed
Mrs.Phlosphr occasionally will show up to one of my classes and sit through it. Waaay up near the top of the hall. It’s always at my 11:20 class if I have one in a semester. Sometimes I’ll not notice her for most of the lecture. Then eyes will wander up to the top, and see the most strikingly beautiful woman, then a wink, then the rest of my days goes perfectly.
Sauron (who wants everybody to think he’s some Dark Lord and all but really is just an old softie)…
brings me flowers at least once a month.
Lays out a towel for me before I take my shower.
Gets up with the baby at night because he knows how hard it is for me to get back to sleep after I’m awake.
Leans over, no matter where we are, and says, “So how does it feel to be the prettiest lady here?”
Is a great stepdad to my son.
Loves me for who I am and doesn’t try to change me.
Damn, I’m lucky.