It's not the little things, or maybe it is

For anyone who's been in a committed relationship - one where you share a bathroom and a kitchen - you know how little things can sometimes be annoying. They're all so cliche like leaving the toilet seat up and which way the toilet tissue faces. Of course there are the piles of clothes and wet towels on the floor and how they load the dishwasher. At least they do!

Two of my best friends are in deeply committed relationships but don't see their significant others every day. I sometimes wonder if the little things will get in the way of their relationships when they are someday together all the time. Then I remind myself how strong their relationships really are. Most of all, they communicate with each other and each have a sense of humor about life and their relationships.

They probably also realize sometimes the little things are endearing.

I have a tiny confession. I haven't yet cleaned my place since my special guest left almost a week ago. There are just a couple of reminders like how he left the chair pulled out at the dining table and the sprinkle of beard left on the sink from his electric razor.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not whiny and helpless with him gone. I just like his lingering presence. They're reminders of the brief delicious time we had and how much I look forward to the next time.

I especially like the fact that we squeeze the toothpaste tube in different ways. He squeezes all over the tube and I squeeze from the bottom. There's nothing wrong with either method. I just love that we're different.

It reminds me how much I love the little things, and that I need to buy more toothpaste.

Love to the single girls,
Addison