My husband encourages my writing. Here are some other things we say to each other. I love words.
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Love Language -- 6/25/17
“What’s one thing you want me to do for you this week?” I asked as I ate my soup and he fed the baby in the recliner. Husband’s love language has to do with words of affirmation and actions. I have several chronic illnesses so at times I feel guilty I can’t love on him in this way. Someone told me once to ask him one thing I could do to help and just work on that.
“Write something,” he replied. I felt a lot of love in my heart.
“Stop being perfect.” I said, grateful for him. “What’s one thing I can do for you?”
“Cook dinner.”
“I’ve been thinking of something new for Alfredo.” We have this every week because my teeth are injured right now.
Noodles it is!
I will do both things.
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“I love you.”
“I love you, too.” Wife replied.
Most beautiful man ever.
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He Love Disney - Moana
“They have Moana on Netflix now. I’m going to wait on you to watch it.” I said to husband as I passed by him working on the couch. I was going to the bathroom. In actuality, I watched the first few minutes already and had decided to stop.
“I don’t care if you watch it.”
I jumped back into the room after finishing “powdering my nose.”
“Suck it!” I exclaimed. Bringing my arms down on both sides of my crotch. I continued to make the motion while humping the air, while he “pretended” to ignore me and work on his computer. (He works from home two days a week)
I couldn’t manage to stop giggling at myself. I think it was partially a carry-over from the giggle fit I was having previously while watching Chelsea Handler learn to play rugby on her TV show.
He shakes his head.
In the end, we watch the movie. I think the memory of this afternoon animation I provided was more entertaining for him.
And he’s a huge Disney fan.
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Better Than Sex - Afternoon
“Sometimes I think there are thing I might like better than “sweet love.” (This is what we affectionately call intercourse in our marriage) Do you ever think that? That there are things better than sweet love?” I ask him this needing to not feel alone. I want to know that I’m not weird, well not weirder than “us.”
“Like what?”
“Sometimes I think i’d like to be holding the baby or playing with him. Umm ... reading fanfiction.”
“So, you’re saying you like reading fanfiction more than having “sweet love” with me?” He smiles.
Well, actually during snuggles after “sweet love” I remembered a General Hospital fanfiction I’ve read so many times that I wanted to reread, but I catalogued that for later in the evening. “Yes. Do you have things you sometimes think are better than “sweet love?”
“Woodworking.” Ok, now we’re getting something.
“Podcasts?” I ask, half-jokingly. There one of the things I’m jealous of in our marriage. “But podcasts aren’t allowed in our house.” I smile.
“I can’t understand a thing you just said.” (I mutter.) He says to me. “Listening to podcasts and drinking coffee.”
“Drinking coffee and listening to a podcast is better than “sweet love” with me?” I interject quickly.
“It’s the simple things in life.”
“Well, I’m much better at “sweet love” than I actually perform.” I say in my own defense.
“Why?”
“Sometimes I’m tired. Sometimes I’m a lazy lover.”
“Ah.”
“I just mean that when I was being a virgin everyone made it sound like sex was the best pleasure ever in the whole world. Sometimes I don’t think that.”
“Me too.”
Good, I think. As if he has given me a silent hug reaching from the living room into the dining room where I stand leaning up against the white, lace tablecloth that covers our antique table. A hug from a thoughtful husband to a wife who has had to get comfortable with sexual things since marriage and is now learning to make peace with this “grown up” communication of movement again since giving birth to a baby.
“I do really like having “sweet love” with you.” He says, quietly.
“Well, no more “sweet love.” You get more pleasure from coffee and podcasts.”
Throughout the evening husband jokes about things he likes more than making love to me like Fritos.
He’s my perfect fit.
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Newish Neighbors - Saturday Night
“Those people next door never invite us to their get-togethers.” Me after returning to the living room after taking my iron pill.
“I know. We’re fun people.” Husband replies as he lays in the floor next to his mini me -- our sixth month old son.
“It’s cool. They probably do drugs or something.”
Husband laughs.
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The Living Room - March 2017
“I feel stir crazy. I feel unattractive. My crotch smells like a hamster.” That was me last night. After sitting on the couch, I moved to the recliner. “How come you always get to be creative when you have free time, and I’m too sleepy to?”
“I’m tired when I’m being creative, he replied, while organizing the UNO cards to put them away. We’d spent awhile trying to determine what to play and after deeming Yahtzee too loud to attempt while the baby was asleep in my arms … I was too tired by the time we got the cards out of the closet. This might happen less if we could just buy, Guess Who?. That would be my pick every time.
“Well, you’re not wearing dirty underwear. My cooch smell likes rodents and hamsters.” That was me, again.
“Well, when we had the baby my balls smelled like buttery popcorn.”
I love him.
Lately, he knows just what to say.
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June 23, 2017 - Thoughts on Brunch
This morning husband ate grits with veggies inside for brunch.
To which I said, "You didn't put cheese in that."
"You don't have to put cheese on everything to make it taste good." He replied.
Er ... maybe not if you have some Ranch dressing.
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