Being loved. Probably one of the best feelings in the world. And husband is so good at making me feel that way. No, he doesn't buy me flowers everyday, or take me on extravagant vacations every month, but he sure is a master of "the little things". You know, like quietly doing chores around the house while I'm sleeping, or buying us pizza for dinner [one of my favorites] because I've had a long day at school and don't really feel like cooking. I'd take that over a vase full of roses any day. Although flowers don't hurt once in a while too of course ;) I'm a lucky one. I know.
well said pooh.