Love is A Garage Clicker

I've never been one for grand romantic gestures. I tried to do the traditional romance that they show in movies, but that really isn't my jam.

I don't like to go on big vacations, because that's too exhausting. I don't like to leave my children behind to travel solo with my partner (and neither does Caleb) to romantic destinations because we are very committed to raising our own children.

Caleb and I do carve out alone time now that our kids are over the age of 10, but we still prefer to keep it pretty local and low-key. We find the simple things very romantic. Mostly, when we are making plans to be romantic, we just want to be together and not be interrupted by anybody else. We're not too picky about where the location is.

Recently, Caleb had to go to Virginia for six weeks. He knew that my garage clicker didn't have a working battery in it. He sweetly, and without me knowing, quickly went to the store and replaced the battery. The moment I picked up the clicker and it worked, I just knew that he did it because he didn't want me to be inconvenienced for the six weeks he was gone.

He knows me well enough to know that I would have felt too overwhelmed to look at the type of battery it required and go to the store to get it. I would have been stubborn and kept walking around the house to unlock the front door, then open my garage door from inside, and then drive my van in the garage. This would have repeated itself for six weeks. Instead, Caleb went out of his way to spoil and pamper me through showing his love as a fixed garage clicker.

I've got a keeper, y'all.