Each morning on my way out the door, I pop a few pieces of honey wheat bread in the toaster and then top it with melted butter and a coating of cinnamon sugar. This usually tides me over until lunch time and it’s about all I have time to make for myself since I’m usually running behind.
I use an old cinnamon shaker for the cinnamon sugar mix and noticed that I was getting low last week. So come monday morning, I expected to open the cupboard to find my empty cinnamon sugar container.
Low and behold, it was completely full!
I thought to myself, did I fill it up last week and I just don’t remember? Scott doesn’t use cinnamon sugar for anything so I don’t think he would have filled it up. Nonetheless, I was thankful to have a bounty of cinnamon sugar for my toast that morning. When I got home from work, I asked Scott about the mysterious refilling of my cinnamon sugar container. He gave a sly grin and I immediately knew that he had filled it up for me. My heart swelled and I was reminded why I married this man.
It’s the little things that keep a marriage going. It was such a small thing, but I really really appreciated his gesture especially since he had nothing to gain by re-filling it.
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Oh
My
Gosh.
This is the sweetest post I have ever read in my entire life, and now I’m tearing up. Scotty J! So sweet.