My beautiful wife had posted on her blog how I leave my drawers open on my dresser(since our blog is a secret I can't link you to hers or else she'd find out about my blogging) She finished her little story of my mess with how she forgives me because are little cats have found homes within the drawers. Well Above is her basket of clothing, which two weeks ago was considered clean...and at least five days have gone by where I said "Sweetie pie whom I love so dearly, when will you be putting your clothes away so I no longer kick the basket and hurt myself" With a flutter of her eyes and an innocent little smile she say "Tomorrow, I promise" Now I am waiting for her to run out of clothes and be forced to start using whatever is in that basket...but I never knew one person could own so much underwear.......
On to the serious bit about what I mean by lover. In a Santa Claus sort of way I wish that I could identify who has been naughty and nice all year long, and somehow reward every "nice" person in the world by sharing a smile, or a complement, or a favor. The naughty people get enough from us nice guys....they cut us off in traffic, they steal our parking spaces when we are clearly about to use them, they close the door in our faces, they walk while texting if that is possible (most people text and sort of stumble around like the classic zombie...), my list could go on forever but I think we all get the point. So my definition of naughty is synonymous with self centered or a belief that all of the space in the world is yours and you do not have to share it with anyone. Those that commit worse crimes are not even worth my limited brain power. I am the type of guy that gets stuck outside a building for three minutes because I just keep holding the door, or I wake up at 5 am to pick up a friend for work, or who gets upset when people make fun of the old couple taking forever in the grocery. I want to be that old couple one day and they overcame a lot to get to where they are. What I am getting at is I love more than just my wife, and my family, and my friends. I love everything and everyone that is good in this world and want to see their lives flow smoothly, but sometimes the nice people have the most bumps.
On a more personal level I would like to recount one event I had last night with my wife. As we were going to bed I held her in my arms, threw my leg over her and did the side hug maneuver all couples know so well. She was certainly trapped because I outweigh and overpower her, but she knew that no harm could come to her, and she lied there holding my arm across her chest as we fell asleep. (well almost asleep right when you get to the point of not remembering whether are awake or not one of us rolled over...it is simply more comfortable this way and no one will argue) I am the proud owner of a terrible memory, I wish it were otherwise, but I live in today, and forget yesterday. Which sometimes works well because when I have moments like these, simple moments I share everyday with my wife, I know that wherever we are together is exactly where I am suppose to be. No matter how long she leaves her clothes out I will enjoy telling her to put them away while she responds with tomorrow. I love everything that is possible to categorize about my wife, and that is why I consider myself a lover.
