It's simple, little things that count. Like me complimenting my wife for all she does for our baby and me and suggesting she indulge herself with a pedi.
And she asking me if I have a preference for color.
And I say she can surprise me.
And she gets her pedi in deep, rich pink knowing I adore that color on her toes.
And I help out with extra hands on chores she is doing around the house.
And she goes about the house in jeans and barefoot so I can appreciate her pedi.
And that night, watching TV, I give her a long foot massage that ends with a slow fingertip caress of her feet and ankles and calves until she suggests between soft giggles that we adjourn to the bedroom.
Simple things.
And she asking me if I have a preference for color.
And I say she can surprise me.
And she gets her pedi in deep, rich pink knowing I adore that color on her toes.
And I help out with extra hands on chores she is doing around the house.
And she goes about the house in jeans and barefoot so I can appreciate her pedi.
And that night, watching TV, I give her a long foot massage that ends with a slow fingertip caress of her feet and ankles and calves until she suggests between soft giggles that we adjourn to the bedroom.
Simple things.
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