What you wouldn't do for love....

I've read it, seen it, know it's out there. I know some folks get on their blogs and down their spouses on a regular basis. Mock them, poke fun at them, even if for the sake of a laugh and a few hundred readers more to gather, it seems it can be the norm. I'd rather not. Sure I may have those thoughts from time to time but do they get penned up here? Not really. Maybe if it's really a doozy, I might make light mention in a very indirect whodunnit way that probably most of you couldn't figure out if you tried. But never direct, never anything attacking. Wanna know why?

I'll tell you. Go ahead and vomit now all you nay sayers but I'll tell you why. It's called love. And respect. And appreciation for all that he does for us. Absolutely. Don't I still want to rap him in the head every once in a while? You bet. Do I ever say to him in my head, "AYFKM?"? Sure do. A lot. But that is the difference. It's in my head and rarely if ever comes out.

The countless things that he does for us, for me, how he bends without breaking on the big stuff, the way the boys love him, the way he loves them back, the way he looks at me that still makes my heart flutter, I could go on and on. A long time ago, he promised me the ride of my life. At the time, I thought it an odd thing to say but once I realized what it truly meant and would mean, I knew, I knew way down deep, that he meant it and that he was my souls' mate. Still, 13 years later, I do little things, leave him notes, call him to be a bit naughty (tmi I know, sorry!), just the little things that keep us on our toes and remind us both that we're still here; with these big huge hearts of love that have at least tripled over time as our boys have graced this Earth with their presence....we are still here. Together.

Where is all this coming from you say? What made me RE realize how lucky I am this time, is that there he is, outside, burying our old family cat. Crack of dawn, up he got, without a whimper or complaint, and is out there respectfully doing something I could not do if you paid me. Ever. I'd have to be tortured I think to do it. Maybe not such a big thing to any of you, but so huge to me.

So I'll never be that person that puts it all out there on the web for all to see. The balance of it all is that he's too important to me and I respect him too much to make him the negative topic of my discussions for laughs and virtual high fives. Yah whatever, call me a goody two shoes. Call me too serious. If it makes you feel better, go ahead. Even after all is said and done and the fights come and go, we both have more respect for each other in one pinky than most people do for their partners on the whole. So as for me and mine, I'll just say --what is it that you wouldn't do for love?

Jenn