Well my brain must be on auto-pilot 80% of the time. Our kids brains must have been on auto-pilot 90% of the time growing up. One of our kids is still likely at 80%. Why you ask? Because each of us has one thing in common. There is this amazing person in our lives basically "taking care of things" for us that other people have to worry about on their own.
I am not talking about cooking, cleaning, etc. I am talking about having someone who has a sense to know what we need, when we need it and how to get it to us. Not every once in a while, but all the time. Someone who does this so fluidly that we don't have to think on our own for much of our lives.
That person is you my love. Somehow, the things required to makes us tick are covered by your amazing and thoughtful care. Your innate ability to know exactly when and where to fill in the gaps that we don't even know need filled.
So reason number 9 on the list is simple. After almost 3 decades of marriage, I know one thing I can always count on every day. Your amazing care. Your ability to make my life easier and simpler. I take it for granted. I really do. I don't mean to do so, but it happens. You, maybe unfortunately for you, make it easy to do. The girls did it too, maybe less now that they live on their own, but they did it too.
I will use a very simple example. To the best of my knowledge, you have never tasted sip of coffee. Yet somehow, I always have coffee in the house. Or at the very least when I am in the grocery store someone asks me "do you need coffee?" so that I am reminded to buy some.
When I wake up to get dressed in the morning I never worry about having no shampoo, or clean underwear, or a t-shirt, or socks. They just are simply there.
This doesn't make you the maid, cook, cleaning lady, or laundry lady or whatever. It makes you the most caring person ever. It must be such a burden. A burden that causes me to have so little worry in life.
If I could list all the little things you do everyday that I never have to think about, I might go crazy. And these aren't just day to day things. Things like "I bet Jim will like this recipe" or "let me find the perfect valentines day present" or "I bet if I did this for him, he could do that more easily". Seriously, who does that so thoughtfully for another person? Only you my love.
So you are probably thinking "why is this an entry in a supposed romantic blog?" Here is the answer my love.
You make our lives so much less stressful, we have so much more time to focus on being in love and growing our relationship. I have always wondered, why is this being in love thing so easy for us? Why do we succeed where so many other have failed? The answer lies within you. Your selflessness with regard to our relationship and lives has allowed us the time to simply enjoy each other and be in love with each other.
I know I do very little in that regard. At best I can claim the "bread-winner" thing. Maybe once in a while I make a difficult phone call for us. But I can't really think of things I do that leave you using "auto-pilot" the way I get to do. Maybe that is why we can accomplish the things we have accomplished. Because you give us freedom and ability to do so.
Your amazing care gives us time to focus on better things like:
* Holding hands
* Singing together
* Playing cards
* Watching hockey games
* Our favorite shows
* Laughing
* Spending time together
Without those things maybe we are just like every other couple. Couples who don't have a selfless spouse who cares for them. Thus other things get in their way of just being in love.
I am lucky. I have you. I have this amazing, beautiful, sexy individual who is by my side every day of my life. One who has been gracious enough to allow me the time to focus on simply being in love with her. If I take for granted that I have the time to focus on the "being in love: part of our relationship - then so be it.
It works. Because of you.
So happy "almost" our anniversary my love. Just 9 days to go.
You’re the world to me. I love you more than anything in the world.
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