A Rare Intimacy

There was no blog update last week. I know I have said it before, but the idea is for me to send you something while I am away from you. When I am with you it just seems odd to update the blog. That's a good new bad news thing I guess. Good news because we are together and bad news because you don't get as many regular updates. The worse new is that I have had a pretty good update planned for a week or so. Being away gives me the chance to do it without infringing on our time together. I guess it is one of the very small benefits of being apart (although I hate being apart).

This topic shocks me that it has never been mentioned. It is one of the things we have done together for more than 20 years. I am not even sure how it started. That it even started seems kind of odd because I can't really even imagine how the first time came about. It remains the one thing I am pretty certain that NO OTHER COUPLE EVER HAS DONE TOGETHER. It is a truly intimate act between us.

First lets define intimate. According to Websters (not the short kid from the TV show)...

intimate1  /ˈɪntəmɪt/
–adjective
1. associated in close personal relations: an intimate friend
2. characterized by or involving warm friendship or a personally close or familiar association or feeling: an intimate greeting.
3. very private; closely personal: one's intimate affairs
4. characterized by or suggesting privacy or intimacy; warmly cozy: an intimate little café.
5. arising from close personal connection or familiar experience
6. engaged in or characterized by sexual relations.

This particular act is intimate by many of those definitions, but it isn't the traditional sex one. Have you guessed what act I am talking about? Think hard.....here it is....

How many wives pop their husbands knuckles for them? And how did you start doing that? It seems so odd that I cannot remember that first time. Can you?

I figure it must have been an odd feeling for you the first time. There is that feeling that you may actually be hurting me. Yet you never have. I know I did it all the time to my self, I always have, but having you do it as well is just kind of cool. How close does a couple have to be to have the wife spend so much time popping her husbands knuckles. It is like our unsung act of true intimacy. It is the one thing that is probably shared only between you and I and no other couple. I guess it is high time we recognize it for the loving act that it truly has become.

I know that at this point I always prefer you to pop them for me. I get especially excited when you get all 8 fingers to pop. I smile at your frustration when you get all but one and laugh when you get mad because I just did it to myself (I swear I do it without thinking - one of those frontal cortex acts that we do without thought). How many times have I held my fingers out and waited for you to pop my knuckles? Ten's of thousands I bet.

So while we have many other intimate moments (popping knuckles doesn't out rank our kissing skills), this one is truly just ours. Maybe you can share with me what you were thinking the first time. I bet it is a good story. In any event is truly an act of love between us.

I'll be home soon. You can pop my knuckles in the car on the way home!

You're the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.