Today, I came home in a funk. The kind where everything feels like its gone awry and is in a downward spiral. Way dramatic.
I went into the bedroom and just lay on the bed. Deep in thought. Deep in my funk.
Cent came into check on me and in his way, consoled me. He tried his best to pull me, lull me, cajole me if you will, out of my funk. Out of my bad mood. Out from under of my own dark clouds.
Reluctantly, I got up. And while still in my bad mood, I asked if he would make dinner.
Honestly, I have the best husband ever. Not just because he made me dinner. But because he cares for me, and takes care of me, even when I’m not the most fun to be around.
Although I may not always show my appreciation 100%, I love him 220% x infinity + 1. (I don’t do math, so please don’t judge this equation). He’s so thoughtful and patient. In my sea of irrationality, he brings logic and calm. In my bouts of feeling low, he raises me up. And even though he didn’t eat anything, he still made me dinner. That’s love.
Because as he says, he’s “an avid reader of my blog”, this is for him. Cent, thank you for loving me and taking care of me, even when I make it terribly difficult. I love you! A lot. A lot.
And because posts are always better with photos, here’s one from the topper on our Groom’s Cake.
How does your spouse, fiance, or significant other show you love?
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