FUN AT HOME
I Wouldn't Trade Him For The World
10:58 PM
And, while I'm at it, have you noticed that the Mother's Day ads promote luxurious gifts for mom, while Father's Day ads promote tools? While many guys LIKE tools, certainly the ads for Father's Day can expand their repertoire.
My Beloved does not flow with the stream, and I wouldn't have it any other way. His way of showing his love for me never has and never will follow mainstream concepts.
This is good, as I am not a mainstream girl.
The first gift he gave me was a starry night.
It was our first camping trip together. Even though he had injured his leg 2 days before, he took me for a walk that night. It was a tough walk for him, as he led me up a hill, and I have to admit, I was very tired and feeling a bit cross.
At the top of the hill though, he gave me a night full of stars. Brilliant constellations, the Milky Way... a sight I'd not seen for most my adulthood.
He loves me.
He is thoughtful in his gifts to me: the carefully planned flower beds he made sure were included when he had a drive poured around the house. And he dug the beds out deep, and filled them with Good Dirt.
He gets me.
When we found out that I would be having no grandchildren, he worried that I would be sad. I assured him I was fine, really, but he worried still. He then built a coop and run, and presented me with chickens, my 'girls' whom I can fuss over and play with.
He cares for me.
He enjoys my company and likes having me go with him on my days off, on whatever errands or outings he goes out on. This means I constantly re-arrange my weekends, but what a joy it is. We talk, we laugh, we savour each other's company.
He likes me for who I am, nothing more, nothing less.
The sweetest moments though, are the little ones. Today: having a spot of bronchitis, I wore myself out and laid down to rest. He came in to check on me, and thinking I was asleep, gently pulled the sheet up to make sure I didn't get chilled.
Bless his heart, it was 93 degrees outside and 80 degrees in the house, but he was concerned and that tender little gesture spoke volumes.
He loves me.
That's what love is, folks.
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