How do you know your loved?

You know those chores you just hate? The ones you dread doing? For me it's folding socks and sweeping the floor. (I don't know why, I think it must be some kind of childhood trauma!)

Well, Mark was up early and while I was getting breakfast together, studying... I was trying to figure out exactly why Mark was headed back and forth from the garage. He came to the kitchen with dust all over his suit, gave me a kiss and headed out to the office. OK, so I'm a kid at heart. The oatmeal can wait. Out of the kitchen I head, and there it is. The Christmas tree. And not just the tree. The wreaths are hung on the door...and out the front door... the lights are up around the house. Now, my husband is not Scrooge. He loves Christmas and all the family traditions with one MAJOR exception. He hates (along with everyone else in the house but me) those two chores most of all. And this year, without even a hint or a prod, before it even reached my mind (It's not even December yet!), the job is done. Not because he loves it or even cares, but because I do.

And that's how I know he loves me.
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*** Here are some of the finished decorations. I just love the soft glow from fire, tree lights, and candles!