is courtesy of my loving husband Rob.
I have nothing to say. :-)
Leeann and I have been married for nearly 15 years now, and known each other for almost 20.
One would think that, after almost two decades together, I would know my wife. Know her ways, her eccentricities and her habits.
And I do, to an extent. Especially the eccentricities.
And yet, at my heart, I remain a guy. Which means, of course, that I rarely see it coming.
Husbands never do, really. I think it is part of the definition of the word "husband."
For example, say you are tired after spending the day with the kids. You collapse into bed, with no other thought on your mind than reading the new book you just got, and trying to relax.
And let's say that your beautiful wife, sitting next to you, says something like, I don't know, how about: "Do you love me?"
You should see it coming, right? I mean, it's like your wife asking you if that secretary at the Christmas party looks good in the micro-mini dress. "No, dear, I think she looks cheap and skanky." There is no other answer that is appropriate. Or safe.
In a similar manner, the question "Do you love me?" is not really a question. It is merely a set-up. You can't say no, for fear of what might happen to you when you drift off to sleep later than night. (All husbands, no matter how secure they are in their marriages, have a secret, unspoken Bobbitt fear).
With no other choice, I responded: "Of course I do."
"So you wouldn't mind doing something for me, would you?"
Why do all women, when speaking these words, hit the same, innocent tone of a six year old girl? And smile in that same, aren't-I-cute way? Is this something mothers teach their daughters in some secret ceremony, far away from any man's prying eyes? Or is it in the DNA, some genetic code that allows women to create guilt in their mates before the poor guy even knows what hit him?
Not sure, really, and even if I was, it wouldn't matter. Because by this point, I am now spending my time blogging for my wife, so she can continue to meet her November blog-every-day challenge. So I type, while she relaxes.
And I never even saw it coming.
Traditions and belt buckles.
5 hours ago