In the beginning, romance was an undefined mystery to me. Then I turned sixteen. At that age, it was all about the sex. The I turned twenty-eight--and it was all about the good sex. At that time I had a hot boyfriend that was really good in bed too. But he was also sensitive and I wasn't picking up on "the small things" he did for me. It made him feel insignificant enough to leave.
Then I found DW. His "small things" were large enough for me to take notice. That and every time he did something he demanded my acknowledgement. He was like a five year old shoving a picture at me saying "look what I made you" and climbing in my lap. You can't really ignore a forty year old climbing in your lap. At least I can't. Anyway...I couldn't ignore his "little things" because they were actually HUGE for me. Someone who brings me water and food saying "eat", before I pass out from having too much fun working, has my attention.
DW is different (from all the others guys' "little things") because he found things to do that were huge in my mind yet small in effort. He's my chef, sleep monitor, water boy, social media ninja, computer geek, Star Wars updater, technical adviser, spot checker, sounding board and well...he's my Sebastian from Black Butler. Yep, that's my guy below. Yes, he tosses cutlery like a boss too. 'nuff said.
So I wonder...who else realizes this? When you say "it's the small stuff" are you meaning it's the thought that counts? Or are you thinking it's the consideration for your needs as the small stuff? Is it something else? What do you mean by it's the small things...?