Every morning for most of the last twenty-five plus years, I have risen in the morning with my husband. Even during pregnancy and having tiny babies. As he readies for work, I prepare his lunch and make his breakfast. It seems a small act of love, but it’s just been something I’ve done.
In the last little bit, my health problems have made me more tired than usual. I wake up in the night with back pain and am unable to go back to sleep until it settles, usually an hour and a half to two hours later. Fatigue is also an issue. Some days just walking to the mailbox is tiring. So I haven’t been getting up with him. I’ve actually slept through his shaving, dressing, and moving around the room.
I WANT to get up with him. I like it. I like serving him in that way. But in this season… his act of love to me is to let me sleep.
What counts as an act of love? Anything done without expecting something in return (in my opinion).
Here are some things I’ve done because they please my husband (Keep in mind that during almost all of these years I have been a stay-at-home mom. Your list will look different if you work):
- dinner on the table at 5:30
- an uncluttered home (challenging with little ones, but doable)
- a clean floor (he hates getting dirt on his feet)
- clean counters (it only takes a minute to wipe it off before he comes home)
- not nagging (I hate doing it anyway)
- taking care of the “little things” that I am capable of doing even if I don’t particularly like them (screwing in the pot handles that loosen over time, emptying the mousetraps (ew), resetting the mousetraps, etc)
- doing laundry, including folding and putting it away
- helping with projects he needs help with (woodworking, changing accessories on the tractor, whatever)
What does he do for me?
- goes to work every day
- comes home every day in time for dinner (with a few exceptions because of projects at work)
- cares for car maintenance (oil changes, tires, etc)
- plants and cares for the garden, along with our many fruit trees
- recently he kept a secret — I was at the ACFW conference. My son was in a car accident. Since he was uninjured, my husband didn’t tell me because he knew it would ruin my weekend.
- shares about my books with his friends (who probably DON’T read romance LOL)
- and soooooo much more
In my latest novella, one man performed an act of love for his son. To learn more, check out my upcoming release: Learning from Experience, found in the Falling for You boxed set:
Lexi Ross loves the life she’s created for herself as an art gallery manager. She enjoys promoting the work of up-and-coming artists. When Nathan Vanderwahl, her boss and her late friend’s older brother, steps through the door of her gallery, his appearance resurrects feelings she’s buried so deep, she’s almost forgotten, and turns her world upside-down.
Because of his father’s death-bed request, Nathan shoves his reservations to the side and visits Lexi. When she asks him to leave her alone, he promises he will, if she’ll go see his father. Even if it breaks his heart to do it.
An old man and his will change everything for them. Can they learn from his experience or will they hold on to the hurts of the past and walk away from a promising future?
Available at Amazon.
So what do YOU do in your relationships (not just with your spouse) that would qualify as acts of love, be they small or large? Comment by midnight 9/16 for a chance to win an e-copy of Learning from Experience.