Just little things. Do a chore that she was expecting to do herself and not tell her; just let her discover it. When I'm out of the house on my own, stopping at the store on the way home to pick up a bar of her favorite chocolate or a quart of ice cream I know she likes. Just little things, to let her know that I'm thinking of her when she's not around, and that I love her.
As for her, she hates to cook, and I know it. We don't eat a lot of formal meals, and I do most of the major cooking -- make pots of beans or casseroles that we can eat off of for several days. But she knows I love food, and pretty often at the end of the day when I'm beat or stressed or too tired to do anything, a plate of food will magically appear in front of me. The fact that she willingly makes meals for me when I don't expect it from her -- and when I know she actually hates doing it -- that's saying "I love you" bigtime.
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