So, as you all know...it's been a rough few days for me (and I promise!! I won't be talking sadness anymore! But, it's relevant, this time!!).
My hubs, the ever wonderful, Mr. Wonderful, is awesome. Seriously, I feel like I hit the jackpot when I married him.
Perfect in everyway...except...
*Gasp*...except, I say?!?!?!?
He lacks just a tad bit of compassion.
Just a smidge.
Oh, he can hug with the best of them (that took a lot of teaching on my part), give his man buddy a good manly pat on the back, and, occasionally, shed a tear over a movie...(for example...'A River Runs Through It'...I mean, I know Brad Pitt is hot, but cry? He and his bros watched it and all cried. Weird. Oh, and don't tell him I told you...he'd be mortified!)
But...there are somethings he just doesn't get.
Sickness. Bah! Want chicken noodle soup and a backrub?
Well, you ain't gonna get it from him! (He's a worker and he rarely gets sick...he just doesn't understand it!)
Sadness? Uh oh.
I mean, gosh. How's a guy supposed to handle it when he asks his wife, "How was your day?", and her eyes well up with tears?
So, he hugged me.
And, it's just what I needed.
But, I think he's afraid to ask me how I am anymore! ;)
It's just his way...it's what makes him, him.
And know what? Something else that makes him, him.
Last night, I came home from work, to a sleeping family...and a house that was sparkly clean!
And that is how he operates.
Always able to say the right things? Nope. Always knows just when I need a hug? Sometimes. Always able to show his love and concern is other ways? Yupper!
I love you, Mr. Wonderful...and thank you for the clean house!