It's the Little Things.

It's the little things that count. It's the nose kisses. It's the hugs from behind. It's remembering the details. It's the compliments here and there. It's sharing juice. It's the goodnight and good morning texts. It's opening the door for me. It's tolerating the chick flicks that I adore. It's making me a fort to hide away in when I'm sick. It's looking right into my eyes when you speak to me. It's telling me stupid jokes. It's holding my hand, even in front of your mom. It's tickling me to to hear the laugh.The little things make me smile.

For instance, this weekend held possibly the cutest simple little thing that has ever been done for me. Saturday night, I was on his couch reading the text message that brought on the tears in my eyes. I was just sitting quietly, trying not to bring attention to myself, when he turned to ask if I wanted some ice cream. The expression that came across his face as he realized that tears stained my cheeks, broke my heart. He quickly jumped down to kneel in front of me and asked if I was alright, which of course just started the waterworks. The sobs prevented me from saying anything and so as the fantastically adorable boy he is, he simply held out his hand for me to grab and pulled me up. When I was upright and expecting a hug, or something of the sort, he slipped his free hand around my waist, pulled me close and started slow dancing with me. I cheered up instantly. This my friends, is something so little and yet so grand. Chivalry isn't dead.