When BF brings the laundry upstairs without me even asking - I love it when he does that! And also when he makes breakfast for us. Every Sunday morning. Venison steaks, fried eggs, fried potatoes with peppers and onions. AbsoLUTEly yum!

I seriously lucked out.

I’ve been living on a latte and a prayer the entire month of April. I have been through more life changing situations this month than I ever thought were possible in such a short amount of time. My life was a telenovella (without the sex, unfortunately).

I was also opening a show this month. (I work in theatre) and tech week was hell on Earth (and anyone who works in theatre understands why we call it Hell Week in the first place) but because the show must go on, I still had to do my job despite all my personal issues. The show ended up being a great success but I just couldn’t enjoy it as much as I wanted to, even after two weeks of being up and running, because life just kept throwing me more curve balls. I went up to the booth to start prepping for a show and at my station was a box of cupcakes from my favorite bakery. My Director had left them there for me as a special treat.

My husband, who has been going through these issues with me, brought home my favorite bottle of wine, and had a glass poured for me before I even walked in the door the other night. He also made sure that the DVR was ready for me.

My best friend, brought me a whole sheet of bubble wrap, my go-to de-stresser.

Those little things made all the difference in my week last week. They showed me that I have people in my corner who, despite all my stubbornness and claims of being “ok”, are there for me without me having to even ask.

We moved when I was 9 months pregnant. DH packed up the entire old house by himself and moved it all. Then the first day in the new place a friend came and unpacked my kitchen and got it functional, and brought a casserole to feed us. Those are BIG things, but I'm forever grateful for them.

Dh likes to go out and find new authors he thinks I'll like and bring me a book by them. Him knowing my taste enough to be able to do that is awesome.

Little bags of cadbury mini eggs have a way of showing up around my house in the spring, too. I love those things!34a

I love it when my husband sends me a text during his busy days just to let me know he's thinking about me.

I wouldn't say diamonds are stupid** but your larger point about small gestures meaning a lot is exactly right. We're moving and things are very stressful so I appreciate the small things he has been doing, like getting the snow tires off my car today before he leaves for TX, and am trying to do the same.

**When we got the appraisal statement for our engagement ring from the jeweler 16 years ago it stated that it contained 0.04 carats of diamonds. I told my husband he had to stop going overboard. It has become a running joke since then that when he buys me jewelry he tries to find the smallest diamond content possible.

once upon a terrible long count of years ago, I knew a woman that would touch my arm while talking to me or being near... she did it in a way both familiar and affectionate. It was like breathing, it was so important to me.

It was for this reason that I used to stop by fields on the way home from work and collect wildflowers for her.

I am absolutely stealing shitburger of a day, too.

7 going on 8 years for me and my hubby, and the thoughtful little things matter more than ever. If he says he is getting a glass of water, would I like one too? it shows he's thinking of me.

I like shiny presents as much as anyone, but the thoughtful gestures remind me why I married my husband, and why I continue to do my damnedest to keep him happy so that we stay married.

You're so right, it is the little things that make such a big difference.

I was nervous about a big test one day and my honey sent me a text saying he knew I'd "knock 'em dead" on it - I saved it and read it for luck before all my exams still.

When he knows I'm stressed, he'll set out a mug with a bag of my favorite calming tea and a note that says "drink me."

Seemingly teeny things like that stay with me long after the initial thoughtful moment.

"Little bags of cadbury mini eggs have a way of showing up around my house in the spring, too. I love those things!" Yes! Just yes.

I realize you've almost certainly checked this out, but is it possible that chocolate is a migraine trigger for you? I know it is for some people (not for me, or I'd be dead), and your comment that you had a small bar on Tuesday night and then a migraine Wednesday caught my attention.

Glad things are looking up, though!

I think for me it was a homemade Fathers' Day card from my middle daughter three or four years ago: A daddy penguin and a baby penguin standing on an ice floe. Baby was looking up at Daddy. I've kept it in one of my binders ever since.

By the way: Nats ahead of the Reds 6-0 in the top of the 4th. Finally they get their bats going!

The "terrible long count"...

I hope that ended well... There seems to have been divine luck of one kind there.