Love is…

Love is when your husband gets up at an ungodly hour to turn the electric fireplace on so the room you workout in will be a little warmer for when you begin 😍 (we still have no heat and we don’t leave the electric fireplace on while we sleep!)

Look, far be it from me to take away any meaning from the huge, grandiose gestures… but for me personally, it’s those small but SUPER meaningful things that matter MOST and remind me exactly why he’s my person 💕