So my husband broke the hell out of a front tooth in a tragic pizza accident over the weekend. He is terrified of dentists. He knows it's an unfounded fear; at least in his case it is, and he does go for cleaning and check-ups, but pushes through a lot of anxiety to do it. Poor thing couldn't sleep last night for worrying about the dentist today! I finally got him calmed down enough to go, because he was completely wigging and was thinking about bailing. Yeah, no. Mama is having none of that.
Got him to the dentist (no small feat), stayed with him throughout procedure even though he kept apologizing unnecessarily and saying that he felt "like an idiot" (there may have been some hand-grabbing and bone-crushing). Tooth was swiftly, gently, and admirably repaired because our dentist is a rockstar. Whisked him home for cuddles and decompressing and tomato soup, before he felt like heading off to work for awhile. Mission accomplished, regular programming resumed.
Just got this text: "What would I do without you?! Thank you thank you thank you honey I'm so sorry. I love you so much sweetie, you are truly my goodly wife." (Now, he says sweet things all the time, but he breaks out "my goodly wife" when he thinks I 'm *really* doting on him, and because he knows it cracks me up)
Relatively speaking this is of course a tiny, miniscule, microscopic blip--very run-of-the-mill. Couples do TONS of much bigger/more important stuff for each other, and we do too, because marriage and love. You do all kinds of things and you don't even think about it. That's just how it works, end of story.
So honestly, I don't know why, but somehow...this just made me feel unreasonably awesome.
Little things aren't little at all, you know what I mean? Yeah, you know what I mean.