In a marriage, it’s the little things that count. My feeling is that if you love someone,  you have to let them often know, in small and big ways.

This morning, I love Maria in a small way. I’m taking her out to breakfast and then to Saratoga for a pedicure. I’ll get one too, while I’m at it, maybe rainbow colors on my toenails.

Just some fun and a reminder that I am always thinking of her and loving her.

Small things matter. Only dogs love unconditionally. People have to earn it. Later.