It's the little things...

Some women complain that their men are too needy. Some women complain that their men don't romance them enough. I've dated men that I was able to endlessly complain about, that's why there are so many entries in this blog.

As women, we are so used to comparing our lives, relationships, and men to movies and reality TV shows. Comparing your man to Dr. McDreamy or wishing that the Bachelor would give you the final rose does nothing but blind you from all the little things - the good little things that our men do for us on a daily basis.

It is one of those little things that I'm writing about today.

The other day, I had asked my Muffin to help me rotate our King size mattress. It's a job for 2 people. I've been working out at the gym a lot lately but I'm still not buff enough to carry the floppy memory foam mattress on my own. He had recently hurt his knee playing basketball, so he hobbled into the bedroom, ready to help me.

We have a metal frame that the memory foam mattress sits on. Under that, usually, there isn't much. 2 suitcases, a box of Christmas decorations, a few pairs of Muffin's shoes, and dust. But not too much dust, I'd never let that happen.

But this time, things were different. When we rotated the mattress, the bed-skirt bunched up all kinds of crazy to reveal to me several rocks under the bed. I looked at the rocks, I looked at Muffin. I knew he had something to do with this.

Muffin has an affinity towards crystals, energy, and all things spiritual. He has a pretty big collection of crystals and the guest room and his closet is where they are all housed. He has me carry one around in my purse, but it's so small that I forget that it's there most of the time. I think his passion for them is endearing. It's something that I love about him. He whole heartily believes in crystals healing powers. Different crystals do different things, if you ask him, he would talk your ears off about it.

Well, the crystal collection had moved from out of just his designated areas to under our bed. There was a medium sized rock under where my head lays, several crystals on platforms under where his head lays, a giant crystal, the size of a cantaloupe in the center, and more crystals by our feet. I thought it was the weirdest thing ever. I was so surprised since I had no idea they had been under our bed!

I asked him why he put crystals under our bed. He said it was to help us sleep better. He reminded me that I had been sleeping better lately - I didn't have the heart to tell  him it was my Zyrtec-D that makes me sleepy. He told me that he had made a grid of crystals under the bed so that we would sleep better, be kept safe, have better energy, get along more, etc. His list of reasons was long and very sweet.

After we rotated the bed, I immediately texted my friends to let them know of my weird discovery. Obviously, we laughed and I made a joke out of it!  There were rocks under my bed that I had not know about, strategically placed by my very own weirdo.

That night, as we lay in bed, I couldn't help but think of the crystals. Now that I know they're there, now that I know they were strategically placed under me, I couldn't help but love my Muffin even more. What he did might have been weird to me. I might not understand why he did it, and I may not feel the benefits from any of it. But he did it for for us. He put those crystals under the bed with the intent to better our sleep and our relationship.

Sometimes we may not think our men do enough, say they love us enough, tell us we're pretty at the right moments. But sometimes, we overlook the smallest gestures of their love because we are too busy being negative douche-bags.

Lesson Learned:

As long as there are no crack rocks under your bed, you will sleep easy.