It’s the Little Things That Count

Would you like know how sweet my husband is? Well, I’ll tell you. Yesterday he was supposed to drive home to take care of business. Instead, he stayed to spend one more evening with me. He went to the grocery store to pick up some milk for dinner, and guess what he did? Guess. . . He bought me a caramel apple.
Here is the back story on this, and why I thought it was so sweet. When I drive to the Big W, I sometimes stop at this travel center that is on the way, get gas, and buy a caramel apple from the bakery inside. This is why it’s so sweet of him. He knows I buy them occasionally. All he needed to buy was milk, but he bought me an apple too. Ahhh. He’s so great.