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May 5, 2006
The Things We Do For Love
But sometimes it's the little things in life...
Back in our early days, before we were officially a couple, Oh Patient One sang to me. In those days we wore a lot of black leather with studs in because we thought we were totally cool, so his music of choice to woo me was Alice Cooper's Welcome to my Nightmare album. I thought it was totally romantic (and, obviously, totally cool).
Only thing is Oh Patient One is tone deaf and cannot hold a key.
I still let him sing to me, though, because he so loves to sing. These days it is The White Stripes, but I still think it's romantic (and, of course, we both delude ourselves with the notion that we are still totally cool, even if The Teenagers mock us).
I talk through movies. Especially ones where The Plot Has Holes In It, And How I Would Have Done It Differently Had I Only Been The Screenwriter. Oh Patient One puts up with my running commentary because he is kind, and knows that I put up with his singing. (Plus, he obviously knows that I'm right about the holes in the plot.)
Oh Patient snores to raise the dead. Really. I hog the duvet and fidget and talk muchly in my sleep (although when I ask Oh Patient One what I talk about he smiles enigmatically).
Oh Patient One doesn't clean, he tidies. I clean, but leave the tidying to him.
Oh Patient One doesn't buy me expensive jewellery because I wouldn't really wear it, and I'd lose it, so he buys me DVDs, instead (all the more movies for me to chat through). I don't buy him expensive jewellery because he wouldn't wear it, and he prefers CDs, so I buy him music, instead (all the more music for him to sing to me).
Several years ago I heard from a friend about an acquaintance with an ageing cat facing imminent doom. She lived in her owners' basement, and the owners were moving to a house without a basement. Plus, their new kitty and dog were not compatible with the poor old ageing kitty in the basement. And she might need expensive medical attention. So her owner's were going to have her put to sleep.
I told Oh Patient One the moment I got off the phone with my friend, and as soon as I finished the woeful tale of the kitty's impending doom, and blah blah blah, he just said, "Michelle, go get that kitty."
So I did. Dolly owned us for four happy years until she went to kitty heaven. She was the best present ever.
And what I'd like to know is this. What is the best thing someone has done for you that shows you they love you?
Michelle
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Posted by Michelle at 2:32 PM | Comments (5)
Comments
Oh, what a wonderful marriage!! :)
Navy Guy has done more things than I can possibly list, but a few highlights:
1. When I was pregnant with Science Boy and positively HAD TO HAVE pumpkin pie at 3 in the morning, he went to the store, bought the stuff, and baked the pie. (which I promptly devoured)
2. When I was pregnant with Princess and simply, absolutely HAD TO HAVE a peanut butter milkshake at 3 in the morning, he . . . well, see #1.
3. Every time I think publishing is the hardest thing in the world and start printing out resumes for another lawyer job, he takes them away from me and smiles and tells me he believes in me.
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at May 5, 2006 3:46 PM
You had me on the fact that Navy Guy bakes you pumpkin pies :-) I just LOVE that about him (plus, of course, I want one of his pies)!
Posted by: Michelle C at May 5, 2006 7:00 PM
Hi all,
What lovely stories! and a nice change from grousing about our signifigant others. So,this isn't quite the best thing my dh has done but it is near the top of the list.
Remember the commercials for the Clinique fragrance Happy? It was just a couple frolicking (happily)and the song Make Someone Happy. Well we were watching tv one November night when the commercial came on and he complained that he didn't even know what they where selling. I said it was a perfume and a rather pretty one at that. And we left it at that.
But he then went to the mall and was reduced to singing the song (no, he can't sing)for the people at the cosmetics counter since he couldn't remember the name of the perfume. I'm told it took a couple of attempts before they knew what he wanted. I was very surprised Christmas morning. I still love that perfume.
Posted by: MC at May 5, 2006 11:24 PM
MC, what a lovely story! Thanks so much for sharing it with us :-)
Michelle C
Posted by: Michelle C at May 6, 2006 10:03 AM
He let me keep my dog, Lucy, even though animal control came to the door and threatened to fine him for having too many dogs while I was still in New Orleans....
Posted by: Sheri at May 6, 2006 10:49 AM
