The smallest gestures can be the biggest

Every Friday, my husband sends me an email.

It's one of those things that just started out as a little "fyi".  It has come to represent to me that he thinks about me and wants to make my life easier.  It shows me that he cares. 

It's not a missive outlining his undying love and devotion, but I look forward to it every week.

It's an email that he gets at work, detailing all the freeway closures for the weekend.

I work about half an hour/45 minutes from our house, something like 28 miles.  Getting caught in the middle of a freeway as it is being shut down while you are in a hurry to get to work just sucks.   It happened to me a couple of times, and then one Friday, this email appears.  Turns out I had to take a detour that weekend, and it was so helpful, I was so delighted not to be late, that he just started forwarding it on to me each Friday.

While this information is readily available, and I could look it up myself, I still wait to get it from him.

He does a myriad of things for me all the time, yet it is this one thing that makes my week.

It's silly, I know.

But ultimately, it's the little gestures you do for someone on a day to day basis that I think provide the glue that keeps you together.  You might make the coffee in the morning.  Or you might, when you are doing the laundry, remember not to put her bras in the dryer.  It might even be the way you remember to put the seat back in the car when you get out of it so he doesn't lose a kneecap on the dashboard when it's his turn to drive.

I am touched by an email about traffic conditions and road closures.

I'm either insane, or in love.

Probably both.