its the little things

Its the little things that matter. The things you forget about but he still remembers. Like how I craved a really cold drink yesterday,  and wined about how we don't have anything good to drink. So who remembers my pitiful little complaint today?

He does. I came home for lunch today and saw this:

Its the little things that matter...

...like your husband remembering that you were really thirsty, and wanted something cold.