A Simple Gesture

If there's one thing I've learned over the past eight years of marriage, it's that it doesn't take a dozen roses and an airplane writing in smoke across the sky in to demonstrate love perfectly.

For me, and I think most people, love is about all of those gestures we don't stop to think about - the kind we easily take for granted.

Please bear with me -

When we first moved into this house, we quickly realized that we needed some sort of system in the bathroom - a hook, a bar, a table, whatever next to our shower.  Our bathroom was one of the many reasons we knew this was "the" house.  Without meaning to brag, it's just it.

Except for the little fact that when someone emerged from the shower without the help of a little hook, bar, table, whatever nearby to provide quick access to a bath towel, it was a bit of a hike to the nearest linen cabinet.  Those are, quite possibly, the coldest four or five steps in the history of the world.

So Sam and I went shopping.  Stopping at all of our favorite, discount stores, we ended up with a lovely wrought-iron-looking tall, skinny table, most likely meant to hold a plant or some other decoration (about which I know next to nothing).  This little table fit perfectly right next to the shower door, and became the official towel holder - if there is such a title.

Over the years it has held countless towels.  We went through a phase where we stacked up a bunch of them - bath towel, wash cloth, bath towel, wash cloth, and so on.  It felt like a time-saver for those harried mornings.  Most days, though, whoever gets a shower first gets out two sets of towels and lays them there.  It used to be me.  I guess you could say I started the trend.  Now, Sam is the early riser.  And I can always count on waking up in the morning and finding a bath towel and wash cloth waiting on that little table.

No matter what.

Even if I had one of my typical hormone-related meltdowns, or fought dirty, or threw something away that I shouldn't have, or said something hurtful the night before.

The towels are still waiting for me on the table.

And it just makes me smile.

And reminds me that I am loved.

This week, after a way-too-long hiatus from the Simple Pleasures Party, the unfailing promise of the sight of this

is my simple pleasure.

For many, many more simple pleasures, please join Dayle at the Simple Pleasures Party.


Dayle said...

Jennie, this was such a sweet post. You've got a great man there. They're hard to find anymore, or so I've heard. I'm really glad you joined us today.

Debbie said...

I love this. I just can't tell you how much. I've really MISSED your simple pleasures. You just think so much like me and notice the kinds of things that make me smile.

It kind of made me smile jussssst an extra bit about the five step streak, too.

Anonymous said...

That is lovely and so thoughtful.

Anonymous said...

What a blessed woman you are! Beautiful post indeed! :)


Sharon Kirby said...

How precious, Jennie.

My husband does the same thing - and it just warms my heart. He ALSO does this one extra-special "I love you" thing. We have all-glass shower doors, and he always seems to arrive just as I'm stepping out of the shower, just so he can squeegie the water off, because he knows I can't stand doing it. (Either that or he likes to see me naked...hmmm. No, I've seen me naked, I'm pretty sure it's the thoughtful gesture thing! :)

Katie J said...

Yeah, that is sweet and a wonderful way to simply say I love you, but seriously you use a new towel and wash cloth every single day?
Really?!? No wonder the laundry is never ending! 5 family members x 7 showers a week = 35 towels and wash cloths every week to wash! That is crazy. You really are superwoman. I guess my hubby and I are gross, we reuse our towels for a few days. ooohps.

Katia said...

I love the table. This is such a good example of what kindness is all about; and it starts at home with simple things that becomes a sweet pleasure to someone else.
Thanks for stopping at my blog, and what a sweet blog you have here and the other one, love to read thanksgiving posts.

CLewis said...

Love this...so sweet and truly a simple pleasure:)

Jen said...

You are so right -- it is the little things that sustain the marriage, that helps you know that you will survive another day, that when you need him, he'll be there.

Sherri said...

I totally LOVE this! You are dead right; it's those little things that matter in the long run. The bowl of oatmeal waiting when the shower is finished. The warmed-up bed when you finally get there. The towels on the table.

You sure get this marriage thing, you two!

Canadagirl said...

Ohh so nice to meet you. I loved reading about this sweet simple pleasure of love. I love how you shared that you loved your hubby and then when the time was needed he carried on this sweet act of love. Congrats on your eight years. I pray that the sweet acts of love carry on for many many more years.

Blessings in Him<><

Ms.Daisy said...

What a simple and sweet Simple Pleasure...any act of kindness we can do for each other should never be taken for granted, should it? Thanks for commenting on my chance to read to my grandgirl's class too!


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