A/N: Hello! This is my submission for one of today's Jily Week prompts on Tumblr; small gestures. Enjoy!
Lily's mum always told her that it was the small things. It took her time to understand what that meant.
She always thought that love meant grand things, like surprise picnics on the beach and ice skating while holding hands and a string quartet with a diamond ring hidden in the champagne. These were what her big sister dreamed of, and so she dreamed of them, too.
But as she got older, Lily started to think this was just another thing Petunia was wrong about.
She couldn't quite explain it, but there was something about the bouquet of freshly-picked heliotropes that made her heart flutter.
And that time she got to dinner late and James passed her a ready-made plate of lasagna and salad with an absent-minded grin.
She just felt she loved him more than she ever had before when he owled her a thermos of soup and a detailed play-by-play of the Transfiguration class she'd missed while sick with a highly contagious virus.
Yes, Lily thought, as she watched James cut the cake for their son's first birthday and distribute all but the corner piece (which was her favorite), it really was the small things that matter.
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