Tuesday, August 5, 2008

Demonstrations


It's been raining all day in Tokyo. It's been around 90 degrees Fahrenheit/32 degrees Celsius for most of the day. There has been thunder and lightning on and off (much to my delight) and it's super muggy (much less so to my delight).

I went out into the super hot kitchen and baked pumpkin bread for my CH. He went to the local store and surprised me by sweating and dragging back an entire case of Coke Zero so I wouldn't have to make as many trips to the stores in the blazing heat in the coming weeks. The little difficulties we voluntarily endure to make each other happy are just one of the things which demonstrate our love for one another.

4 comments:

1tess said...

You are so fortunate to have such a lovely mate!

My own husband is a keeper, and I think perhaps he needs to hear that much more.

Yesterday, at the construction site where my husband is working, a young man fell 5 floors down an elevator shaft. The job shut down of course, and Mr. Tess came home. This has me thinking about how fragile life (and love) is.

We two have plans: travel, retirement, goals. Like lots of people. But if you (really, "I") lose your ("my") love, it's the mundane things I'll miss. The dinner cooked, the coffee brought to my bed in the morning, the story heard from a friend, a joke, shopping, laundry, just half waking and knowing someone is with you...

Today, he returned to work plus had to go for another job that needed to be done "last week" and he's not home yet. So I'm feeling morose, or scared, or lonely...

As my dad would say, "Give him a hug!"

Orchid64 said...

I *am* fortunate and I think about that everyday (multiple times). My husband earns every accolade I give him and more. He's so loving and kind and it is always reflected in his words and deeds.

Sometimes I see or hear something which makes me think about how devastating it'd be if I lost him and I have to shut off that thinking because it's too awful to consider. I think any quality of life I had would end if he weren't with me. You can't go from being loved the way my husband loves me to not being loved and that way and ever go back.

1tess said...

Yes. My mom died this past spring. After the funeral my sister, brothers and wives, and children (except my daughter in Madrid) were standing together in a parking lot, reluctant to part. But still wanting to get going. So my husband innocently said,"Well, it's good that everyone is together today!"

Oh, the look on my father's face! He just crumbled like a little boy.

They'd been married for 57 years. And now she's gone. He's got a bit of memory loss going on, and I think that he sometimes "forgets" for at least a little while...

Kelly said...

Sweet! :)