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What Love Looks Like

I read a post on Facebook recently about how a woman came to appreciate the way her husband loved her and it resonated with me. I sometimes longed for a man who would bring me flowers (or have them delivered to me at work) for birthdays, anniversaries, or just because. . . Throughout the years, Rich did bring me flowers a few times and I loved it! He had flowers delivered to work once or twice in almost 43 years of marriage. However, giving gifts isn't really his love language. His love language is acts of service and words of affirmation. 


Every morning before I have my life giving cup of coffee that, by the way, he usually makes - Rich has made our bed. He is a master bed maker! At night when I go to the bathroom to use the facilities and brush my teeth, he turns down our bed. He spreads out another blanket on my side of the bed because he likes the bedspread down but he knows that I get cold. He even "turns down" the covers and so getting into bed makes me feel loved every night! 

Everyday he says numerous times, "Have I told you today how much I love you?"

At night, often with tears in his eyes, he will say a variation on this sentiment: "Thank you for the wonderful day! I am the luckiest man alive having you at my side."

Rich has a servant's heart - he will bring me coffee, run upstairs to find whatever I need (as long as I can tell him exactly where it is), take out the trash whenever it is full, pull apart our recliner for the umpteenth time to find my crochet hook (without complaint), and help me clean up the kitchen all day long (we do live in a household with kids)! He loves to spend time with me whether it is going for a walk, watching TV, going out to dinner, or playing a game. His heart is content if we are doing it together. 

I've decided - who needs flowers, jewelry, or exotic trips to far-away locales - my beloved loves to spend his days with me right here in Middleton, ID! I don't have to dress up with hair and make-up perfect to hear, "You are so beautiful!" Yes, he tells me everyday how beautiful I am even though I have quite a few wrinkles, extra pounds of fat, and crazy hair - and I know without a doubt, that I am beautiful in his eyes. I often ask him if he is doing ok and his answer is "I am now because I'm looking at you." 

I have learned to recognize the magic of these little moments! I'm thankful for years of dreaming together, of communicating and figuring things out during hard times, of stealing a moment together over a cup of coffee and a quick kiss, and ultimately of being present for each other. We are so blessed! 

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sara said…
This is SO sweet, Aunt Cilla! What a beautiful relationship you two have, and Uncle Rich is a sweet, sweet husband!
January 20, 2021 at 12:54 PM
Priscilla said…
Thank you, Sara! When I write about our life together, it helps me to focus on being grateful for the small moments of blessings!
January 21, 2021 at 8:21 AM
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