I'm sitting here at my desk upstairs, listening to the sounds of my husband emptying the dishwasher downstairs. Sure, I could be doing it, but I was too annoyed at a TV show that was FULL of its own agenda, so I had to step out and take a few minutes before cleaning up the dinner dishes.
He doesn't see the same agenda that I do. We are on polar opposite sides of the planet when it comes to the world. But I'm the luckiest girl in the world - because he loves me.
He knows I hate emptying the dishwasher. That I prefer loading it and cleaning the things that need hand cleaning. So he jumps in and does it a LOT of the time - because he loves me.
This man is a lover of all things pizza. With me happy to be along for the ride, he has become quite the expert in the homemade pizza arena, and is making my favorites this coming weekend for Mother's Day so that I can enjoy a wonderful dinner - because he loves me.
I can have a bit of a short fuse when it comes to certain things, and I've been well known to yell at an appliance or something random I've stubbed my toe on. My son steers clear and my daughter is great at helping me calm down. (So does Zoloft!) And my husband will quietly hug me if I'm upset, and feel what I'm feeling - because he loves me.
He fixes the things that need fixing, and if he doesn't know how, he learns it and does it well. He's quite the expert plumber now thanks to my purchase of two new faucets for our bathroom. It ended up being an enormous project that went three weekends thanks to new parts and needing to learn how it's done. But he did it, and we have beautiful new sink faucets - because he loves me.
My husband isn't perfect (thank goodness) and neither am I, but we laugh together, we are considerate of each other, and we stand by one another through everything. I know that he loves me, and I hope he always knows that I love him.