When I’m writing a romance, I tend to focus on the big stuff.
The “meet-cute” is a biggy. What GREAT story can I give my hero and heroine for how they met.
Or that big moment that they announce the “L” word–you know, that first “I love you” moment.
Or the first kiss.
Or the wedding proposal.
We don’t want to get these things wrong. They are SUPER important.
But the other day, I was reminded that the little things along the way are just as, if not more, important than the big things.
I went to bed with a pretty decent headache. Usually I then wake up headache free, but not this day. I woke up feeling like someone had my head in a vice, almost to the point of being worried about the matter. My medical-momma brain started ticking off the horrible things that could cause a headache — upcoming stroke, aneurysm, brain cancer.
As the morning went on, my headache did not release, even though I took a big dose of Motrin.
I snapped at my kids, and since I work from home, was doing a half-hearted effort.
But then this funny thing happened.
My oldest (who is 16 and driving) said, “Mom, I’m gonna take the kids to McDonald’s okay? That way you can have a little quiet time to yourself.” She’d seen the pain in my eyes, and wanted to do something to help. So she carted all 3 of her siblings to McDonald’s and spent a good 2 hours with them there.
In the quiet of the house, I finally started to relax a little. Then I got this text message from my husband mid-day. We’d planned a date night for that evening, and I had been starting to worry that my headache would ruin the whole thing.
But here was his text (it’s a big mushy… sorry-not-sorry)
“Hey, cutie…wanna go on a date?! Movie and dinner? Popcorn and coke?! Kisses and hugs?!? :-)”
It was silly. We were already planning to go, so it wasn’t like he had to ask me. He just wanted to make something planned and a bit routine a little more romantic and fun.
I giggled as I replied to him, something flirty and, well, you don’t need to know the details of ALL our text messages :-)
About ten minutes later, I was still sitting at my computer, in the quiet house, smiling, my heart feeling loved… and it hit me.
My headache was gone. No trace of it. Zero, zip, nada.
These simple little acts of love by my family had been the balm I needed to relax my brain and ease my pain. Love can, quite literally, heal.
And today, as I’m sitting here thinking back on it, I am realizing that I need to put just as much effort into the small things as I do the big things. Because the big things are expected. The proposal is SUPPOSED to be a big part. Anniversaries, birthdays, etc. All expected romantic stuff. But a stolen kiss during dish washing, or spontaneous hug out of the blue, or an unexpected letter or gesture that shows the love that goes beyond the surface… that’s the good stuff, y’all.