We've been so busy getting ready to move I haven't had time to sit down and write anything, but I wanted to take a moment to record the sweetest thing John's done for me in a long time...
My DH is not romantic... and after nine years of marriage I really don't expect him to be (though I sigh wistfully in my heart sometimes and wish that he was more demonstrative because I love romantic gestures and he just doesn't do them. He TELLS me he loves me fifty times a day and everyone says we're perfect together, but he doesn't really do romantic gifts or cards etc.) He doesn't do a whole lot to celebrate holidays and special occasions - usually we pick something out online that we want and call that our present, and we go out to eat - but sometimes he surprises me. I dropped heavy hints about a gift I wanted for Valentines Day and he totally failed to pick up on them (which was disappointing but not really unexpected...) and since he was working a 12-hour day on V. Day and we're moving next week I really didn't expect anything from him at all. I gave him a token gift on Thursday night (I shopped on Thursday and was lucky enough to find a pocket drawing kit that I thought he'd like, and I spent two hours decorating the first two pages for him and writing a love note in the front since a drawing kit in itself is not exactly romantic) and figured that was it... He said we'd do something on the weekend... BUT he surprised me - he stopped at the grocery store on his way home from his 12-hour day, brought me a bunch of beautiful roses, my favourite dessert, and sweetest of all, a fancy razor because I'd been meaning to buy one for months and kept forgetting (I gave him my last one when he ran out...) Now that's love! (and he said the only reason I didn't get a card was because they were all out!)
And he did another really sweet thing last night. I was feeling pretty shitty from working so hard packing and I wanted some comfort food. Even though he hates going out again after he's come home from work, he offered to go to the store to get me dessert. I couldn't think well enough to decide what I wanted, so I took some pills and lay on the bed with ice on my head until they kicked in. At 7.30 I felt better and decided that I wanted to go out and have dessert instead of bringing more junk food home... we went to Peter Pan but their carpark was packed so we moved on to the Ale House instead, and had some apple cobbler that was just was I needed... then we drove along the beach to say good bye to it. So that was another really sweet and loving thing he did this week.
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