..that show me just how much he loves me.
Like this morning, when he came home from PT, all sweaty and breathless, clutching a bunch of flowers he had bought for me.
Like this lunchtime, when he came to my office to escort me to lunch instead of having me meet him somewhere.
Like over lunch when he took my hand (he was in uniform; Public Displays of Affection are a no-no) in the middle of a crowded eatery and said that although things have changed since we first met and got married, his love for me has only grown (if you knew my husband, you'd understand what a big deal that is - he is the king of non-mushiness).
Like this evening, when he touches my shouler or neck or head as he walks past where I'm sitting.
Romance isn't always about grandiose gestures. It's not always about down-on-one knee proposals and magnificent public declarations of everlasting, undying love. Love doesn't always require huge diamonds....
....sometimes love can be found in the small things. That's where our love lies.