love talk: it's the little things
Did you know that a cacti plant can explode? I certainly didn't. When Brandon came home from his bachelor party on Sunday night, and walked over to his night table (very hungover, might I add,) there was a sort of dried, brown water goop everywhere. Lovely, I know. We couldn't figure out where the HELL it was coming from until we saw our beloved cactus (photo above,) deflated and limp, hanging over the lip of the vase. "WHAT THE HELL!?!" We both were shocked at 1) how on earth that happened and 2) how gross the thought of plant juice drying all over the wall and nightstand was.
It was way too late to do anything about it because #hangover and it was 11PM and we hadn't seen one another in four days. So I did what any normal person would do: turn off the lights and go to bed.
Now, let me preface the rest of the story by saying that I am not the person who typically cleans up in our relationship. I cook, and Brandon cleans. Sure, I sweep and vacuum here and there, but the bulk of the cleaning rests on his shoulders. Ok, back to the tale at hand. So I came home on Monday and wanted to spruce the place up, except, there was no way I wanted to deal with the brown cactus juice. I hate scrubbing, plus I had a manicure, plus... brown goop! Then I remembered how tired the poor guy was, still at the office at 8PM and decided I had to deal with it. I scrubbed the glass, wiped the copper, washed the wall, threw out the cactus, cleared the vase, and eventually, the bedside was back to normal. I moved on to making dinner, and didn't think much of it.
When Brandon came home and noticed the clear glass, and the white wall, the smile on his face could light up a cave in the middle of the night; it was magnanimous. Suddenly I remembered, it's the nitty gritty things that you do for someone you love that really strengthen a relationship. Sure, the big things count too, like birthday gifts, cough cough, since mine is a week away. But it's really those annoying little tasks that we don't want to do, but do anyways that matter so much. My friend Elisa recently told me that she loves her boyfriend for so many reasons, but also because he always pumps up the tires in her bike. They were doing a triathlon together (casual, same) and her boyfriend came to her station even though he was not nearby to help her. Since he always pumps the tires, she didn't really know how to do it, and got nervous. Sure, she's capable of learning how to do it for herself but isn't it nice that he just has taken on this one thing that she finds annoying as his responsibility?