I seriously love my husband.

I’ve been laying in bed all day watching tv, trying to get up enough energy to clean. I called my husband as a warning that the house probably won’t look great when he gets home because I’ve just been feeling really off today and haven’t been able to get around and do stuff. He says “aww babe, it’s okay. I’ll do the dishes when I get home.” GUYS. HE’LL DO THE DISHES. That is my very most hated chore. We don’t have a dishwasher so everything is done by hand and I just let it build up the last few days because I’ve been working like crazy...in this moment, I wanted to cry. Like he doesn’t know how much that meant to me. Why do the little things make me so happy??