Little Things Matter

It was around 9:00pm and Mr. F was sprawled in front of the tv after dinner, eyes half-closed. He'd had a pretty long day at work so I told him I needed to go to the the darzi (tailor) to get clothes altered and I would take the car. He mumbled something about driving safely and I went downstairs. Moments later, I got a call from my husband asking me to wait...

He drove me to the darzi himself :-)

*Sigh* for chivalrous husbands.... Alhamdulilah