This topic just fell into my blog… I was sitting here thinking to myself, how the hell am I going to kick this thing off?!

Boom. Thanks to my babes…. I am going to touch on how it REALLY is just the little things.

Let’s start with the characters of this evenings story.

The Lady Wedgie aka Chef V (aka ME) is a PNW native that is recently from West Virginia. You can indulge yourself more about me on the very first post if you’d like. Otherwise you probably already know, I’m terrible at introductions.

Mr. Biggie is the single best thing to come into my life since I discovered my own self worth about a year ago. That may seem like a cheap assessment for the man I am absolutely smitten with… but again.. if you know.. you know…

And if you don’t, just stay around. There is a 100% chance that at some point I will blurt it all out.

Anyways… back to the subject post squirrels… (ADHD and proud)

The little things are what make or break us. From the time we are small to the day we retired from breathing.. it’s always the little things.

Lately, I have had a rough go with some personal things, an upper respiratory infection and a nice visit from my old pal Depression. Through it all this man would rush home from work to a lovely evening scene of hacked up mucus and some monstrosity slightly resembling a cross between his girl friend and Carol Ann Freeling. Eight… yes, eight. Eight days of me absolutely miserable is comparable to scratching the exterior of your eye and you ‘just can’t get whatever in there out.

Bless him. Seriously, y’all. 💜💜

Anyways… this man has been back and forth to a job that… well we will just say “keeps him busy”. As it is my former work place (which again we will cover when I’m more awake).. it’s best to just leave it namelessly at that. I understand COMPLETELY.

Tonight, in an effort to help me out he brought something home for dinner. Something he would like. It just so happens that the selected meal I am not able to consume. Now, here’s the thing.. most “partners” (yes, because EVERYONE is guilty at some point) would not recognize that the other individual was trying to look out for everyone. This is the same man who brought me unsolicited fruit and endless chicken because I had a craving.

Instead of bringing him down for trying after busting his ass all day at “Site A”, which is already enough stress to kill a horse… I was able to prepare myself something so that once his meal is cooked… we can eat together.

At the end of the day… it really is the little things mixed with a breath of patience and sprinkled with kindness that create healthy environments for healing and healthy people.

Hoping this finds you with love and kindness. – The Lady Wedgie🍋💋

This post is dedicated to my Biggie Ugs. I love you indefinitely 💜