My husband and I met getting ice cream.
While we both have a seemingly insatiable sweet tooth, we did not share a love of coffee ice cream, one of my husband's favorite go-to flavors. To this day, while I greatly enjoy my cup of joe, coffee flavored ice cream is nowhere near the realm of flavors I am willing to try.
That fateful night, when discussing flavors and favorite combinations, this new, handsome stranger, with whom I flirted, pledged that he would not get coffee ice cream, on the off chance that I may want a bite.
That sweet sacrifice was not a one shot deal. To this day, nearly six years later, he still does not order flavors or foods, for that matter, which I don't like, on the off chance that I may want a bite. That's love.
Love is about the little things. Of course, there are also those grand gestures of love. I'm sure you can think of your favorites, but when I think of ice cream and sharing a bite with the one I love, that simple gesture warms my heart and makes me feel like a lucky girl all over again.