DH: Did you blog today?
Me: (usually) yes
DH: Did you say anything about DH?
Me: (usually) no, why?
DH: I just wondered. Well, I’ll go check it out when I hang up.
Then comes the mushy stuff and goodbyes.
Having been married for 27 years has given me plenty of time to learn about how fragile the male ego can REALLY be. And I can take a hint!
Soooo, here is what DH has done lately!
1. Earned the money for the mortgage, utilities, groceries, critter food, vehicles and gas, vet bills, and all the little extras I can’t do without.
2. You want more? Ok, he has also cheered me up, cheered me on, and listened to every complaint, whine, and rant that I could dish out.
You may be feeling the urge to
Song of Solomon 5:10-16 My beloved is white and ruddy, the chiefest among ten thousand.
His head is as the most fine gold, his locks are bushy, and black as a raven.
His eyes are as the eyes of doves by the rivers of waters, washed with milk, and fitly set.
His cheeks are as a bed of spices, as sweet flowers: his lips like lilies, dropping sweet
His hands are as gold rings set with the beryl: his belly is as bright ivory overlaid with
His legs are as pillars of marble, set upon sockets of fine gold: his countenance is as
Lebanon, excellent as the cedars.
His mouth is most sweet: yea, he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem