Here is a list I have been compiling of nice things Kevin has done for me recently.
He got up and refilled my glass of water when I noticed it was out, just so I wouldn't have to move from the couch.
He watched Lady and the Tramp with me.
He gave me his last piece of cake (not that I am hinting for the last piece that is sitting in there now.)
He bought me flowers when I told him I was having a bad day.
He gives back rubs.
He offered foot rubs (albeit with a look of trepidation).
He picks up food when I am tired or craving something.
When I was sick, he was very kind in taking care of me, even offering to go to the store after midnight to buy me the only cold medicine I am allowed to take.
He tells me that I am not following any of the negative pregnancy stereotypes, despite the fact that I have eaten more chocolate in the last six months than in all the rest of my years possibly combined.
He ate the noodles I undercooked.
He went dancing with me for our anniversary.
He backed up my computer after I went to bed, because I had gotten the blue screen of death that day.
And about a month ago, we had this conversation:
Audrey: I was going to ask you something, but I forgot my question.
Kevin: The answer is 'yes'. Yes, I love you more today than on the day I married you.
