Lately, I’ve been thinking about how love shows up—not in dramatic moments, but in small, thoughtful gestures that make everyday life feel a little softer. And recently, my husband has reminded me just how comforting those quiet acts of care can be.

For years—truly a decade—I’ve wanted a Nespresso machine. Not because it’s fancy, but because I’ve always imagined how grounding it would feel to start my mornings with a cup of coffee that tastes calm, steady, and warm. Yet each time I thought of buying one, I’d talk myself out of it. There was always something more practical, always a reason to push my own wants aside.

But through all the years we’ve been together, my husband never forgot. He always encouraged me to finally get one because he knew how much I wanted it. This year, he surprised me with it as an advanced Christmas gift—so I could enjoy my mornings right away. And honestly, it really does change the tone of the day when your coffee tastes a little better. It feels like being cared for before the world starts demanding things from you.

He also got me a pink Steam Deck controller, which might seem small to others, but meant so much to me. He’s had his Steam Deck for almost two years now, and every time we played together, I would use his PS5 controller. I’ve been meaning to get a Steam Deck controller of my own because it’s cheaper to replace compared to a PS5 controller if ever I end up breaking it (haha as a laging gigil sa joystick). I actually planned to get one during Black Friday, but the deals disappeared so quickly. Somehow, he still managed to get one for me—and even in pink. That little surprise made me feel so seen.

And then there’s the Anello bag he and his mom got me, which I haven’t opened yet because I’m saving it for Christmas morning. He told me it’s something I can use for our upcoming Vietnam trip in February, and that simple detail made it feel even more thoughtful. It’s like he’s already thinking ahead to the memories we’ll create together.

Sometimes I joke, “I’m so spoiled,” but not in a materialistic way—not even close. It’s not the items themselves that make me emotional. It’s the intention. The thought. The message behind each one:

“I listen to you. I remember what you love. And I want you to have the things you deserve—even the simple joys you always postpone for later.”

And that’s what I’m truly grateful for.

Because love isn’t measured by gifts—it’s measured by presence, attention, and care. By the way someone remembers the little things you say in passing, or how they want your days to feel softer, lighter, and a bit more joyful.

Here’s to thoughtful husbands, to small comforts that make life sweeter, and to the gentle ways love shows up in the everyday moments—sometimes as morning coffee, a shared game, and a bag waiting for a trip you’re both excited to take.