It's the Small Things

Each time she leaves me a note on my door,

That tells me to have a good day.

Sometimes just a few words can mean so much more.

She always knows the right ones to say.

The touch of her hand when I’m felling alone,

And I know that I’m still okay.

The sound of her voice when she calls on the phone,

Tells me I’m in her heart even when I’m away.

It’s the small things she does that I’m most proud of.

It’s the small things she does that make this great big love.

Her head on my shoulder when we’re dancing slow,

To an old jukebox favorite we play.

The way that she loves me when lights sink down low,

Keeps me wrapped in her arms just where I will stay.

It’s the small things she does that I’m most proud of.

It’s the small things she does that make this great big love.

It’s the small things she does that I’m most proud of.

It’s the small things she does that make this great big love.