My Sweetheart of a Guy
Valentine's Day is a few days away. Visions of heart-shaped candy boxes and bouquets of red roses immediately come to mind. So does a candle-light dinner in a cozy restaurant and Cupid with his little bow and arrow. Romance and love are what I write about, so Valentine's Day should make me feel excited and a little giddy; that one day a year when the hubby showers me with love and attention. While I look forward to flowers and dinner, it's not roses and a restaurant that bring on a rush of excitement. It's the little things he does during the year that make me feel special.
I've got a husband who fills my truck with gas every week. He cooks. He helps with chores. He grocery shops. He opens doors, carries packages and knows when to remain silent and just lend his presences. He's kind and has a good heart, and he works hard to provide for our family. It's the way he holds my hand and remembers to say 'I love You' at night that makes every day seem like Valentine's Day; qualities born in him that I put into my heroes.
My heroes are temperamental. They curse and fight, antagonize and are stubborn to a fault, but they always treat their heroines with respect. While they don't bring home flowers and candy every day, they do hold open doors and carry packages and help with chores. They know when to apologize after a disagreement, and how to do so sincerely. They're not afraid to show affection or tenderness, and just like my sweetheart of a guy, they encourage their heroines and show how much they care with thoughtful gestures—like the hubby putting gas in my car. Or as is the case of one of my heroes, making cold tea for his wife.
Valentine's Day comes and goes. But my guy is everlasting. He's here when I need him, even when I don't realize that I need him. And that's what make my heart go pitter-patter; his day-to-day dedication to our life together.
(A little early, but Valentine's Day will soon be here.)
I've got a husband who fills my truck with gas every week. He cooks. He helps with chores. He grocery shops. He opens doors, carries packages and knows when to remain silent and just lend his presences. He's kind and has a good heart, and he works hard to provide for our family. It's the way he holds my hand and remembers to say 'I love You' at night that makes every day seem like Valentine's Day; qualities born in him that I put into my heroes.
My heroes are temperamental. They curse and fight, antagonize and are stubborn to a fault, but they always treat their heroines with respect. While they don't bring home flowers and candy every day, they do hold open doors and carry packages and help with chores. They know when to apologize after a disagreement, and how to do so sincerely. They're not afraid to show affection or tenderness, and just like my sweetheart of a guy, they encourage their heroines and show how much they care with thoughtful gestures—like the hubby putting gas in my car. Or as is the case of one of my heroes, making cold tea for his wife.
Valentine's Day comes and goes. But my guy is everlasting. He's here when I need him, even when I don't realize that I need him. And that's what make my heart go pitter-patter; his day-to-day dedication to our life together.
(A little early, but Valentine's Day will soon be here.)
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Cheryl
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Feb 11, 2013 07:58AM
How fortunate you are to have such a thoughtful, considerate, loving husband, Juls! You're absolutely right. It's all those little things that show just how much he loves you. I should know. I also have a hubby who sounds remarkably like yours. :)
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We are both truly blessed. Of course, I haven't let Stan read the blog yet. I don't want him to get too swelled of an ego, LOL. How's everything going with you? Are you writing anything?
That's right! We must keep our men humbled a bit, LOL. I'm starting to get the bug to write again, but, so far, I haven't sat down for an extended period of time in front of my computer. I will, though, I will!! :)
LOL, Cheryl, we definitely have to kep the men humble, and in the dark many times. That's what keeps us sane. I have been trying to begin a new story. Every time I sit down to write, I get sidetracked by life. I've made it thru chapt 1 and hope to get chapt 2 finished this week. I don't know what it is about this year, but it's been a busy one.
