“Enjoy the little things in life because one day you`ll look back, and realize they were the big things.” (Kurt Vonnegut)
He always pushes the
grocery cart. When we get back to the truck, he always unlocks the doors
immediately so that I can get in. He then proceeds to unload the groceries
while I sit in the truck with the seat warmers on. This happens rain or shine (every
time). This is our grocery game plan. Can I let you all in on a little secret?
It’s taken me many years to appreciate being loved like this. You see, I wasted a lot of time looking for all the ways in which love is shown in the movies, magazines, and commercials. I wanted flowers, chocolates, romantic meals, and surprise getaways. Guess what? I was disappointed time and time again all because I was looking for the ways that I was being told he should show his love. Instead of paying attention to how he actually does show his love. When I eventually came to that realization, Friends? That was the relationship game changer.
He rarely buys flowers, but he calls me every day when he gets off of work to see if I need anything picked up. He never thinks of buying chocolate, but whenever he sees anything that resembles a slice of plant- based, organic goodness, he always buys it for me. He is always so proud to surprise me with his latest grocery store find. He can only boil eggs and butter bread.
While I have never walked into a dining room with candles flickering and plates of gourmet goodness laid out, he wakes up every Sunday morning, puts on coffee, then pours it into my favorite mug, and passes it to me while I’m cozied up on the living room couch. (If my mug is in yesterday’s dirty dishes, he’ll always wash it out. Bless him). While he cannot put together a travel itinerary, he has sat in a theatre on Broadway with me to watch a musical. He has walked through Ernest Hemingway’s home with me. He has been through more museums and libraries in a lifetime than he cares to admit. He has never complained about any of it. Not even once. It’s so much more than that.
He’s gotten up in the middle of the night with a crying baby. If his restaurant order is better than mine, he’ll always switch plates. He watches Sleepless in Seattle when he would rather be watching Jason Bourne (at least I think that’s his name). He knows my most favorite ‘lady products’, and will run to the pharmacy to grab me them whenever needed. (If that isn’t love, I don’t know what is.) You know, the more I think of it. The flowers, the chocolates, the romantic meals, and the surprise getaways are all just momentary anyway. The flowers die. The chocolate and meals get devoured. And the surprise getaways happen, and then they’re over. It’s in the moments that you can depend on (over and over again).
That’s where the love
is found. The good love like your ‘coziest blanket on a fall day’ love. The
kinda’ love that I want to walk through life feeling. Don’t search for the
flowers, Ladies, nor waste your time in want of the chocolates. Search for the
one who will push your grocery cart for that’s where the always kinda’ love is [i]
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