It's the Little Things

Jon and I are getting ready to leave good ol' Rexburg and move on to bigger things. Jon graduates in a little more than a week and we will be headed to Salt Lake City where he has landed a great job working at a consulting firm. All of this means a lot of things, but the thing that has been on my mind is packing. 

I am great at packing kitchen supplies and clothes, but when it comes to memory boxes and sorting through papers, lets just say Jon had to ask me several times if I was really packing or just reminiscing. While sorting through old boxes of notes and papers I found several little notes and letters that Jon and I had written each other while dating.

While these little notes glued a constant smile on my face, they also reminded me of how blessed I am to be sealed to Jon for, well, forever. 

Marriage isn't always puppies and sunshine. There is a lot that goes into making a marriage work and I often have these rude awakenings that I am not the world's greatest wife. It isn't the grand gestures that we make toward our spouses that make the difference. It's the little things, like these little notes that Jon wrote me, like scratching your spouse's head with out them asking, or like getting up five minutes earlier to pack their lunch and praying for them.

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Speaking of the little things, it's December, which means it's Christmas time! 'Tis the Season! Jon and I decided to only do stockings for each other this year with the big move and all so I have been thinking a lot about what makes Christmas feel like Christmas; it's the little things. 

Think about it.