Dawn - I love that!!

Well, this is a very, very old one. It was one of those "afterglow moments", if you get what I am saying. ;) I was laying in his arms and I said to him, "If I died, what would you remember most about me?" Without a moment's hesitation, he said, "Well, you were a good cook." And truth be told, that probably would be what he would miss the most about me. Not what I was hoping to hear at the time. :)

For me, the last little sigh of each of my dogs as we settle down for the night. Contented and safe.

Visiting son, when grandson was around 3ish.

One morning, grandson crawled in bed with me, onto my chest, and looked me right in the eyes and said "Grandmother, will you be my friend?"

My melting point! :o(

My DH does very little in the kitchen, unless I specifically ask for help. One day a couple of weeks ago, I had a heavy day at work (I work in lawn care.) I was tired, sweaty, hungry and needed a shower. Then I got stuck in a road closure and took 2X the amount of time to get home. I didn't let him know where I was, as I was concentrating on traffic.

I had commented that I might make crock pot lasagna, but I didn't get around to it. So I was thinking I'd probably throw together a pot of spaghetti, that was all I could muster.

When I walked in the door, DH handed me a plate. The spaghetti was cooked, he had conjured up sauce, and the garlic bread was ready to heat. The wine was opened. He figured that since I was so late, it must have been a bad day, so he figured spaghetti was something he couldn't screw up too bad.

I thanked him about half a dozen times that evening. :)

These are all so sweet!

Marilyn, you’re a hoot!

Standing around talking at a party with a group of people including our 15 yr old son when said son gently moved me slightly aside as I was gabbing. I was kind of confused but oh so touched when he pointed to a little hole in the ground and said he didn’t want me to fall. Also, separate time when our 17 year old son came into the kitchen to see if I needed any help when he heard me angrily mumbling about the mess our dog just made. Those 2 boys are turning into such kind young men it just warms my heart.

Oh, another one. Hard to explain, but years ago I took sign language classes. One of the little things was a sort of slang gesture with the thumb, index and pinkie fingers extended and the other two folded down. It was a combination of the I, L and Y, and meant I love you. \ l i i /

DH and I used to scrawl that on notes and such, but I had forgotten about it. The other day, he was power washing the driveway. He only did part, and he washed a ILY into my parking space. Awwwww.

Charlotte and I went out to:

Mine is on the right. ;)

That was our morning sweet something... we had to get out of the house. She is off today, because of Veteransday. Just got back home... we went out again, on foot again, this time went shopping at Burlington and Sprouts. Just needed some fresh air, to clear our heads.

This is the sweetest thread! The first thing that comes to my mind is not about me, but a memory of my parents. I was a teenager coming home from my job in the supermarket after school. It was late December and dark and cold. As I came into our dead end street, I saw that the house was dark and the outside light not on (very odd). As I got up the front steps I could see that the kitchen light was on but the rest of the house still dark. When I got inside, I saw that my parents were baking Christmas cookies together and they just were so busy that they hadn't noticed that the rest of the house was dark. I'll just never forget that warm/sweet/cozy feeling and looking into their light from the dark living room.

A couple of weeks ago we bought a small table and couple of chairs for out dinette. Up until then we had been using my mothers table and chairs as she insisted when she moved in. Not my style and I tried to cover it with table cloths and placement when I could. Mom moved out and we finally got to decorate our home the way we wanted it. Hubby was going on a week long charter to DC and NYC, the boxes were in the garage, the table and chairs had to be assembled. He knew I really wanted to see them up but he had to leave so I resigned myself to them sitting in the garage till now. While I was working he brought all the boxes in and assembled everything by himself. No simple task, much of it was a 2 person job. Bless his heart, he had it finished for me and I was able to enjoy it while he was gone. We had our first meal at the table last night. Love him.

My mom had dementia and was at a low point. I lived 5 hours away so didn't get to see her often. It was my birthday and my Dad called me and said"hold on just a minute" and the next thing I heard was my Mom singing Happy Birthday to me. I will remember that until the day I die.

When my DGD was small, we had a couple of goodbye terms we used instead of an actual ‘goodbye’. One from me to her was ‘Be Particular’. As she grew older I hadn’t really used it in a long time. When we helped move her into her college dorm in August, I hugged her, told her I loved her and was so proud of her and said I really didn’t know what else to say. She said, how about ‘Be particular?’ I nearly lost it then. But I did say it and laughed.

We each have our own favorite spots to sit. DH has his recliner, I have the corner of the sectional sofa and Ellie has her little bed. Every evening before the tv goes on, DH and Ellie like to take a short nap and I’m serenaded by their snoring while I crochet. It’s one of my favorite times of the day.

Satine reminded me of this one: My father had suffered a stroke which affected his cognition 9 months before my 50th birthday. We were having a nice conversation on my birthday when he asked how old I was. When I replied that I was 50, he responded, "Wow, you're old." Then he sang his usual happy birthday to yooou. I replay that conversation and songfest over and over in my head and heart.

Here is one from my husband. On the drive to the hospital to deliver our first, he turned to me and said that he had heard that newborns are funny looking, so we should not be disappointed. Turns out she was beautiful and still is.

Hearing my late husband on the answering machine if I was out. He’d always start by saying, “This is your darling husband...”. Oh, how I wish I had saved that last message! I can still hear his sweet voice in my head after over 13 years, but I wish I could hear it again with my ears.

I do the sweet nothings around here. I will buy him "I love you" cards,cook everything in heart shapes, and leave little notes. He just doesn't think to do things like that. He will buy small things here and there that catch his eye that he knows I will like. I collect hearts and my favorite color is pink,so it's usually one or the other. But that hasn't happened in a couple years at least.

However,I will brag that I get a back/shoulder rub every single day. Sometimes more than one.

Also,when we moved to our new house,he told me that he would buy whatever Christmas decorations I wanted but he wasn't gonna help me put them up or take them down. I was okay with that. He got me a 20 foot tall inflatable snowman,as i requested. Well, i had not gotten around to putting it up. Last year,after Alabama lost the Iron Bowl,he must have known I was gonna be ticked off and disappointed. So when I got home from work the following morning,I turned into the driveway,and there was not only my giant snowman,but some sort of projector thing that projected christmas pictures on the house. He went out and bought it after the game to make me feel better. I was so touched,especially since he has a touch of the fuddy duddy about him and doesn't really get excited for holidays like I do.

Oh you all! I could only wish.

Loving all your stories!

Anglophilla, your post reminded me of an answering machine message that we often got from our daughter. She had witnessed DH and I when checking for any calls that may have come in while we were out saying jokingly, "well, I guess nobody cares" when there were none. So anytime she knew that we weren't home she would call and leave the message, "I just called to tell you that somebody cares". It has been 12 years since her passing, I sure miss her caring calls.

Oh, and another one. The little 5 year old girl next door, kept trying to get away from the smoke from the fire of leaves we were watching. I told her to come stand by me, "'cause you are beautiful, and the smoke likes to follow beauty. Since I am not beautiful, the smoke won't come by me". She came over to me and looked up at me with her big brown eyes and said, "but Margaret, you are beautiful to me". She is 13 now and as sweet as ever.

DH one year brought me Baskin Robins ice cream and gave me a check he had written to me for One Million dollars. Of course, it was signed by the Easter Bunny.

I don't think I appreciate him as much as I should.

A few months ago my daughter was talking to her husband who is a deployed Marine via FaceTime. They are newly married and they were discussing how many children they'd like to have. He said he wanted 3 boys and no girls. She replied that she had to have a daughter so that they could be best friends like her and I. This melted my heart!

"Grandma, you are the very best grandma ever" said yesterday by Parker Noelle who will be three on the 18th and will be here for her birthday. Lord that child has my heart!

It's amazing how those little things can have such a standout impact from the rest of our routine.

Oh so long ago when I was a young teen, walking home from the bus stop, a certain fall scene by the pond was so spectacular centered with a really red maple, surrounded by other colorful trees. It took my breath away.

I went home and saw my mom inside doing her usual rushing to get housework done, start dinner, etc. etc. And I said, "Mom, stop what you're doing and come with me." She said, "I can't. I have too much to do." I insisted, and she finally relented. I refused to tell her where we were going. We walked outside up the street a bit and when I got to the spot, had her turn around and see the view.

I'm not sure which I enjoyed more...having her stop to 'smell the roses' then or when I heard her retell the story to a friend dozens of years later.

I used to visit a small zoo with my youngest GS a lot. When he was about 4, and we

were on our way, he said, "Ganna...when we get old, can we still come and visit the

animals?" In his mind...he and I were about the same age and getting old together

and he didn't want "us" to outgrow the Zoo fun. :) Makes me smile...but with a

tear in my eye.

Love all these stories! Great way to start my day. : )

When my dh and I were dating he took the cardboard back off a rectangle style notepad and wrote in big letters I LOVE YOU and hid it in my bathroom. It put such a smile on my face! So I then took it with me to his house and hid it for him.

The cardboard is pretty ratty now, but we still hide it for each other.

We keep this vignette on our piano to remind us of that day. DH and I were walking on the water's edge of a long and beautiful stretch of beach. We were talking about a family member who tragically died at 27 and we were feeling very sad. There were comments of "if only" and "I could have". I looked down and found the heart and showed it to my DH and said look "the universe is sending us some comfort." The, as you can see from above, just moments later we found the piece of wood with the words. It all came together for us in a huge rush of emotion that this was a clear message of love from the one who was gone, but wanted us to know his journey was ongoing and happy.

Son and I are huge movie fans. Love them! I had a hard year August 2017- August 2018 with my mom, son going away to school and very mid-life crisis. We were talking about him going off to school and I said something to the effect of how exciting it all will be for him, clean slate, fresh start, interesting things to see and do! somehow it got back around to me and I said, I've already hit the climax of my life, what's left, the end? He said, heck no! That's the best part of the movie-when the resolution comes. Such peace I had after that. He was right. He's always right.

Another one I still recall about my sweet DH. We had been married a couple of years or so, and I had a terrible nightmare that so scared me, I woke him and asked him to hold me. He did. I then apologized for disturbing him for such a foolish thing and he replied, "Nonsense. How could I ever be upset when it's you that's waking me."

My adult son, who has Autism, always starts the day by giving me a big hug and saying "I love you." I started that when he was very young and he has continued it. He loves to go grocery shopping and always wants to buy me something like a candy bar, bakery cookie or brownie and instists on paying with his own money. He knows I love sweets. Good thing we only go once a week, don't need the extra calories. It is funny how it is the little things that mean so much.

What a wise son you have, Rob! I'm sorry I didn't know you were going through a rough time. Sometimes I do go through the 'what now' feelings, since my kiddos are grown and gone, but I know there is more...

What sweet stories these are! I know I have some in my mind somewhere, but I've always been plagued by a lousy memory.

These stories are so special. I’ve really enjoyed reading all of them.

A few years ago, my DD gave me a set of refrigerator magnets that are shaped like quote balloons and you can write notes on. I put them on the back door which is steel and put an I love you message so DH would see it every day as he was leaving for work. They stayed like that until a couple of months ago when I guess he decided to post a response.

Awwwww, you guys! Such sweet stories about how important the simple things in life are.

I was in a cosmetics store this weekend and became overwhelmed looking at eyebrow products. I've noticed that mine need help, but there was just too much choice. Today, perched on my glasses, the parakeet groomed them for me.

Yes, such heart warming stories of little things that stay with us, that we will draw upon for years of small comforts. All of the posts here had that four letter word in them. LOVE

My DH and I had a bet and the loser was to give a backrub before we slept. Luckily I won. That was over 3 years ago and he is sill giving me a nightly backrub and doesn’t want one in return.

Also DH always wants to hold my hand while we fall asleep I know how lucky I am