Little Things
Wednesday, February 15th, 2006
Over the weekend, Bethany and I went on a date. It was awesome, because she planned it! All I had to do was show up!
Anyway, we had a lot of fun together, as we always do on those all-day dates. We went to a dog show, an art museum, and the Jazz Kitchen. Saweet!
This post isn’t about the date, though. It’s about how I screwed up this Valentine’s Day. Bethany is a “gifts girl,” meaning that she loves little things. Any little thing. A voicemail, a note, a flower; anything small and tangible to say I love you. I messed it up because I minimized her desire need for these small things by asking if we had to do anything on V-day, since we were already having our big date on that day. It’s not that she was expecting much, just something small. But I, knowing that, was thinking of myself, and how going out to get flowers would be inconvenient or something. It’s hard to think about someone else’s needs before your own.
Well, I did end up getting her a flower last night. Sometimes it’s the small things.