Ronan Keating fans can stop right here! This post is not about that famous song (though it’s my THE most fav romantic song).
Last Sunday was one of the happiest days of my life. My husband paid me such a lovely compliment – “You managed everything so well and effortlessly.”
Reading this you might think I conducted a mega-event or something but it was just a lunch with a cousin’s family. And it’s not because I cooked an 8-course meal (btw, my 2-course meals are unpalatable, so 8 is like a pipe dream). But he noticed how I took care of small things like the table setting, serving the food, engaging them and in the background managing several other small things.
And the best part is that he had noticed the minute details and was quite elaborate. It wasn’t an absent-minded compliment, intended to check mark the box – compliment-wifey.
His compliment immediately got me thinking, “Should I be happy for being praised for a trivial hosting duty?” And the feminist in me immediately fought back – “Just by virtue of being a girl, I have not learnt all these things in my mom’s womb. So I have every right to receive a compliment and doubly-deserve to bask in the glory of it as well.”
It was a trivial matter and yet his that one compliment has brought us closer than any date nights that we’ve had in the recent past (not that we’ve had any “real” data nights cause of our toddler).
Though we both claim that we can communicate when we don’t say anything, it’s these small small things and gestures that when said make a world of a difference.