Tuesday, May 26, 2009

It's In His Kiss?

I'm joining everybody at Chatting at the Sky as we discover that, most of the time, it's through the little things that we learn how much we are loved.


♪ ♪If you want to know if he loves you so, it’s in his kiss.♪ ♪


At least that’s what Aretha Franklin said. And she told us it’s not in his eyes, his size, his face or embrace. According to the song, it’s not even in the way he acts. Well, while I have a lot of R-E-S-P-E-C-T for Aretha, I think she’s wrong about this. Let me tell you how “I know he loves me so.”

It was in the scrambled eggs he made me when I was really sick. (Best scrambled eggs ever!) It’s in his hand resting on my knee as we’re driving down the highway. It’s in his telling me to quit a job I hate, even though we could really use the second income. It’s in the way he says nothing when his sisters say, “Thank you for marrying my brother. I know you put up with a lot.” (Because I know he puts up with a so much more than I do.) It’s in how he can just be with me without either of us having to talk; or how we can talk about everything. It’s in the way he says my name, whether he’s calling me Bee, or Beverly or Mama. Nobody says it like he does.

I know he loves me when he doesn’t run screaming for the hills when I ask him to remodel the house with no more than a circular saw and a screwdriver. I know he loves me when he does odd jobs for my mother; simple jobs that are made aggravating and not-so-simple by her husband’s fumbling attempts to help. I know he loves me when he makes sure the oil is changed and the tires on my car are safe

I know he loves me when, on a lazy Sunday afternoon, instead of watching baseball, he’ll come and sit beside me on the bed. He’ll take the jumbled mess of fabric in his hands, hands that are strong and nimble and meant for guitar playing, and help me figure out just how you use this toothbrush handle to make a rug. And he’ll keep trying to help, even when my frustration wells up inside of me and spills all over him.

And I know he loves me when, just before we go to sleep, he tells me so. It doesn’t matter if I’ve been a total bitch a little touchy all day, he says, “Goodnight, I love you.” And kisses me on the cheek. So, I guess It’s In His Kiss, after all!


13 comments:

southerninspiration said...

Awww, what a sweet post.....and what a sweet man......
thanks for sharing.

suzanne

Kellye, Chad, Hayden, and Sebastian said...

Yes, yes, and yes!!! That's so awesome that you recognize all the little things that matter and it's all those little things that make the bad days end up so good!

Dawn said...

simply beautiful...
i hope your hubby reads this... it is a beautiful tribute to love and life! yours... and mine. thank you for sharing :)

Mary said...

Awww, that is SO sweet!

Crissie said...

Oh BEE!!!! I absolutely adore you. Thank you for reminding me that true love is about all of those little things, not big romantic cruises, anniversary rings, flowers each week, etc. It's about a man who loves you, cares for you, protects you and does all of that in SPITE of knowing you...

What a beautiful post my friend.

xoxoxoxoo

Tee said...

I'm so glad you came to visit me. I've spent the last wee hour of the morning enjoying your fabulous blog from the beginning. You wouldn't believe how many of those "25 things about me" we have in common (did that as my first post). One exception, though - you are a wonderful writer.

Vintage Dutch Girl said...

YUM, scrambled eggs! And double yum, a sweet husband who loves you!

JulyG319 said...

Aww you gave me chills from that post! It is in the little things they do for us, huh? My dear sweet hubby isn't all that great at compliments or wildly romantic gestures, but he does do a lot of little things, like your hubby does. What would we do without our big strong handsome hubbies?

Julie said...

How sweet!! Thanks for sharing that story. BTW - I even like that song when Cher sings it!

Tom and Cindy said...

"it is in his kiss"..I have a husband that shows me I am his queen. When I need to be held, he is there. When I need to vent, he is there. How did I ever manage before I met him?
I loved your post. May God Bless your marriage and bring you closer together and closer to the Lord.
Cindy

southerninspiration said...

Do you have a new blog dress??? I LOVE this background!!! It's so pretty! In regard to your comments about little Lucie....exactly my sentiments....she is adorable until she starts tearing things up!!! Then mamma ain't gonna be happy!!! :)

Suzanne

leah said...

hey there Sis!! I am in tears!! I love you soo much and we are blessed to have you in our family. Thank you for making my dear brother complete!! Your love for each other warms my heart!! i pick on Him alot, but he truly is the best big brother in the world, and i am so lucky to have grown up knowing that he always had my back!! So many times, he calmed my fears (including my fear of Santa),fixed my "stuff",advised me and taught me so much, and was always there to listen. i miss hearing him play and sing so much!The best part of nursing school was meeting you and you coming in to our family!! I love you!!!

Becky said...

Perspective. That's what you've given me, even on those days when I want to ban him to the (D)ogghouse.

 
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