How you blend in some misapplied make-up on the side of my nose and then just keep caressing it because you love my nose, then you bend to kiss it no matter who is around to see.
The way you take care of me and protect me when I’m vulnerable and need your arms as a shield.
When I mention a song that I like and you come home with the CD for me a day or two later.
That you laugh at my humour then make me laugh more at yours until my sides ache and tears run down my face.
The way your love acts like a balm that washes over my bruised and battered heart and strengthens it.
Staying around for the long haul through the menopausal struggle and supporting me because you knew and loved the real me first and knew I’d come back.
How when I was in the midst of the menopause and in the bad old days before the HRT started to work we went to Costco and I realised I was out in my slippers like a bewildered old fart who had escaped from a care home you just smiled, told me I looked great and said at least I'd be comfortable strolling about the big store then hugged me.
The way you wrap me in gossamer and make me feel secure when things feel wobbly from time to time.
The way you anchor me to life; the way I’m grounded by just being with you; the way your strength is contagious.
Your forgiving heart that loves me almost unconditionally no matter how horrible I was in the last three years.
The way you teased me because I said I was going to cry when we made our vows and on the day you were the one who choked and couldn't talk because you got all emotional. You almost ripped my heart out because I was so touched that you could show such emotion in front of so many people.
Watching you sleep and hearing you breathe next to me and making me grateful for the extra heartbeat that you bring.
Snuggling up to you in bed because you radiate heat like a furnace and let me warm up my frostbitten tootsies on you.
Trying not to moan that I have to wear breathing apparatus and get like a firefighter because you are forever cremating food when I let you loose in the kitchen.
Getting excited that I can hear your key in the front door when you come home safely because I know when I'm not in the car with you, you drive like you are in the Monte Carlo rally.
Trying not to wrap my hands around your throat because for the umpteenth time you took your used cup to the kitchen, left it on the newly cleaned worktop over the dishwasher. Love is trying to understand how you got all the way in there and fell at the last hurdle by not actually getting your cup into the dishwasher. What's that all about then eh?
Always lowering the toilet seat and realising you must get just as frustrated that the seat is always down and having to raise it.
Having separate bathrooms, separate toothpaste tubes and no moaning about who squeezes the tube from the middle.
Love is knowing that if you are taken before me that every habit I find annoying will become a reminder of the person who is no longer here, a reminder of the loss I have to bear, a sign that each habit was a bit of you that populated my world and that instead of grumbling about it, I should have embraced it and celebrated it. So my dear husband, for one day and one day only you get to do every annoying thing you ever wanted to do and have complete amnesty thereafter but for 24 hours only......... Oh sod it, do your worst for as long as you want. One day the clear worktop with the missing cup, the lack of black acrid smoke and the burnt food odours, the toilet seat always being down and the ensuing interminable silence will taunt me that I wasted time moaning at you needlessly when all I should have done was love you.
Love is.........Living with my best friend, lover, husband..........
So my darling for the 16th of October happy 4th wedding anniversary my hunkymanthing. Love is? Simply loving you warts and all as you do me.
Here’s our song.....Click on here and play it and if you don’t get all dewy eyed and sentimental within minutes, yer in for it okay?!