It Is the Little Things

I came home very early today, dragged myself towards the only heaven I know at that moment - which is my room - stripped myself off the oxford shirt I've worn during the job interview, and put on my most comfy cottony clothes. 

I still have an hour to go before everybody starts going out and about the house, preparing themselves for a day ahead. I would have loved to catch some sleep as my eyes were already droopy. And I owe myself a good, long one too. But before I drift away to slumber land, I took out my phone and sent Jan a message telling him that I'm already home. Then I lay on my bed and waited for his reply. I was staring at my screen for quite some time when a warm feeling washed over me and I smiled. Suddenly, I was not sleepy anymore. Thoughts kept running on my mind and I just felt the need to spill it all out even though I have said on my previous post that I won't be writing anything until I come home from our weekend vacation.

Waiting for his reply just reminded me how blessed I am. I think about what I've done in life and how I must be favored by the gods to deserve someone so loving, caring, and thoughtful. I think about all those little things he has done and how he cares so much about me. Just like most girls, being treated like a princess is a guilty pleasure. But he's no prince charming nor a leading man as he does not follow the script that was laid out for couples like a love story written by Nicholas Sparks. To tell you honestly, he's no cassanova nor does he make cheesy romantic gestures to prove his love. No chocolates, no flowers, no gifts, no fancy dinner. No, he does not spoil me like that. But he has his ways. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

His reply came shortly and I'm glad he's home too. He was with me during a job interview with the client at one o'clock in the morning (the company works with the US time zone, that's why). He came from his day job, but still waited for me patiently without complaints - just an all-out support and making me feel better when I'm too nervous, and even went out of the way to stay up all throughout the night. I couldn't count the number of sacrifices he has done for me. Those times when he doesn't feel well but would still get up and pretend that he's okay just so he can spend a little more time with me. Or those times when he would patiently wait while I'm working overtime so we can eat dinner together. Those simple gestures of giving me his time is something that I truly cherish. He makes time for me even if time is something we don't have much for now. And I don't think I can ever be grateful enough.

Maybe it's the coffee bun. Maybe it's the interview. Maybe it's because this blog was nominated in Bloggys 2015/Philippine Blog Awards. I am not sure why I am feeling happy and cheesy today that I started spilling out words after words after words but what I'm quite sure is that no good deed goes unappreciated. And this is one of my ways of showing him (and the world) how much I appreciate all those, even the littlest and simplest, things he does.

I just hope I didn't write a gag-worthy ODA (Online Display of Affection) here. Okay, if you think I did, please let it slide. I don't do this often anyway. Though I apologize if I have turned into one of those people who can't stop yapping about their man. But really, Jan has done so much for me, he deserves more than just this blog post. :)

♥ During our first getaway :)