It's the little things that mean the world to me. The way he touches my foot with his at night to feel me close. Buying me a bottle of Figi water because he knows wine doesn't interest me. It's simply laying his hand over me at night, giving me comfort to know he needs me near. Flowers for no special occasion or buying my coke zero just because puts a smile on my face. His every day actions mean so much. He forces me to focus when silly things start to trouble me. I love the way he looks at me so serious and them caves into a smile. It's cooking my favorite food when he knows I've had a rough day that turns it around. He keeps me grounded when life tries to uproot me. These "little" things begin to snowball into an avalanche of gratitude. Thank you Billy Schirmer for being you!
~ Chelle
12/5/13
Just a gal trying to make it through the day with a strong f8ith in God and a love for music. I write from the heart and I'm f8ithful to a fault... that's me f8ithgal!
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