Good Men. Good Wine. Good Sushi.

It’s the little things that he does that make my heart smile. He’s been doing them for years, he just doesn’t know it. Back when we started dating, Ryan would do things at dinner that assured me chivalry was not dead. Little things. Like, when we ordered a shared appetizer. He would reach across the table, grab my plate, dish me up the appetizer, and then get his own.

ra sushiAnd how he always seems to find that one open bar stool at the bar and pull it up just for me. Or, when the parking lot is full he offers to drop me off so I don’t have to walk while he circles and circles the parking lot for an open space.

Not to mention how he is with the kids. When the kids start screaming and he knows I’m getting frustrated, he’ll make up some excuse like, “Babe, I really want to put them down tonight.” Or, “Let me give them baths, you just relax and then meet us up in the room after.”

Tonight was no exception. We were at dinner (babysitters … score!) and as we were waiting for our table to be ready at our favorite neighborhood sushi joint, we decided to grab some drinks at the bar. For whatever reason (condensation?) every time I drank from my wine glass, I would get drips of water spilling out from the bottom of the glass.

Before this little leak had the chance to bother me, Ryan grabbed the glass, patted it dry with a napkin, checked to make sure that stopped the “leak” and then put it back in front of me. I know, I know. No biggie. But to me it was. There he was, in the middle of telling a story, and thinking about my well-being and comfort.

Sometimes it’s in these silly, little moments that I am reminded of how amazing he is. Thank goodness for good men, good wine, good sushi … and the weekend!

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