Small (Five Minute Friday)

Sweet, sweet Friday. Where we pause for 5 minutes to give life to the words inside, and then where we linger over the thoughts bravely voiced by our community of writers. Join us, won't you?

1. Write 5 minutes - no edits, no back tracks - on the prompt.
2. Link up here.
3. **THE UNBREAKABLE RULE** Visit with the one who linked before you: read their words, leave them some encouraging ones of your own.

This week: we write about small.

It's the small things that make all the difference. He notices. He can hear in my voice if it's been a tough day and he asks about it. He sent flowers for Valentine's Day, which was so nice - but that wasn't what made my day great. He called to tell me he was sorry we weren't able to spend the day together, and that he'd make time for us to celebrate another day.

He remembers when I say something in passing - just an off-handed comment about one of the kids having something, or a particular meeting I am concerned about. And he asks about them later. He listens, and remembers.

It's not the nights out doing something spectacular that are my favorites, though I surely enjoy them. It's the small moments. The time we stayed in for a movie and sat up and talked. The night we sat up talking in the parking lot after the ballgame. The day we went for a hike and he brought a picnic. The small, quiet moments where we share thoughts and dreams of the future. The moments we stop and pray together.

When he writes and asks how he can pray for me. When he reads my writing and sends me a message with his thoughts about it. Always noting a small detail in the story I've told, and focuses on that - which shows me that he read the whole thing. That he noticed what I took the time to share. Even the nickname he gave me comes from a little joke we shared one day.

And for me, those small moments - the littlest things he does and says - those are the very best parts of  what he gives me.