After quickly walking through the freezing drizzle and wind, I stop for a moment to smooth my wig.  I turn to my sweet husband of twenty-six and a half years and innocently ask, “Do I look crazy?”  His response, “Wellllll. Your hair looks fine.”

And that is why I love him. He can poke fun at me, and I don’t question if he really means it.  I know that he’s teasing me because he loves me.  It sounds totally off base, but after all this time together, I don’t question if he loves me and respects me.  I know it to be true.

I took the time, recently, to read one of those articles being posted all over Facebook.  This one was about leaving dishes by the sink and how that leads to divorce.  That title will definitely grab one’s attention. What a ridiculous premise.

Of course, this guy boiled it all down to showing love and respect by doing what the other person believes to be important, and I’ve got to emphasize how thoroughly this guy got out his jackhammer and NAILED that concept!

Back to my Rick.

I don’t know if it was his mom, or his six sisters, or just some innate, deep-seated wisdom he was born with, but Rick gets it.  He knows how to make me feel cherished.  Now, I’m not saying that we’re all sunshine and roses all the time.  Sure, there are those times when I want to, as my friend, Louise, so eloquently puts it, “jump down his throat and dance on his liver!”  For the most part, however, he understands that foreplay starts in the kitchen.

He puts the dishes in the dishwasher, he throws that load of laundry in the washer, he makes the bed, he wipes the pee off the toilet.  He very often wipes his beard out of the sink.

(bunny trail….

Best haiku EVER:

Your beard is black

The porcelain sink is white

Are you effing blind?

HAHAHAHA…right?!)

Once again, back to Rick.

All of those little things that he does without being asked make me want to please him as well.  When he does that thing where he comes up behind me and kisses my neck, I WANT to turn around on tiptoe and kiss him (and then some).  I want to cook his favorite meal.  I want to sew on that button or NOT spend that money to buy that thing we don’t really need.  When he respects me and what matters in my little world, I absolutely want to do the same thing right back.

There are so many things that go into a good marriage, and Rick and I absolutely have a good marriage, but mutual respect is way, way, way up there.

I have a great hubby, and he’s right.  I generally do look a little crazy!  HA!