Some say the little things don't matter, but there are times when the smallest gesture is more powerful than any spoken word.

What can be said about someone who would risk their long planned holiday trip for a long hug and a kiss on the forehead?

Well, that happened yesterday morning at 5am. Still dead asleep, messy haired and wearing nothing but paw print socks I was awakened by a certain someone . . . dressed to the nine's  and the fainest scent of Polo Black on his skin.

This pre-sunrise visit was a total surprise and I panicked, after all . . . who feels suitable for company fresh out  of bed? But before I could do anything, T buried his face in my hair and hugged me.

But it was the most emotionally charged embrace he's ever given me. Standing in my dimly lit bedroom in nothing but perfect silence.

He left without saying a word.

 Perhaps the little things matter, I won't pretend to know . . . All I know is how it makes me feel.

Loved.