I know it–how much I’m loved. But it’s nice to be reminded.

Stephen reminded me when he walked through the  door with a gift in hand last week–a single rose, a Starbucks gift card, and a book on motherhood and the gospel.

My weary mama’s heart needed that touch of romance on a Thursday night. Because afternoons are long. Because babies are needy. Because floors get sticky. Because being selfless is unnatural. Because naptime is too short. Because marriage is precious.

Because he was loving me.