Now I’m speaking my wife’s language.
Love IS blind…
You know how sometimes they say that love is blind? Well, you may honestly wonder if sometimes Rich is blind.
The other day my wonderful husband made his pregnant wife lunch—one of my favorites—eggs over easy, toast, and a perfect iced coffee with caramel. He was supposed to make bacon, but he forgot that. Sigh. It’s okay. I forgave him (this time ;)).
But he went a step beyond making me and my belly lunch—he made homemade blueberry jam to spread across my toast!
Here’s a simple picture of his culinary goodness.
Well, that’s sweet…You may add.
You are baking his baby…You may continue to add.
It’s nice when the husband cooks sometimes…You may even top off your thoughts with this.
It is sweet.
I am baking his baby—little Josephine Diane.
And he cooks MOST times right now.
But the catch is…
He made me a beautiful lunch (my favorite) and homemade blueberry jam. And ALL I could muster up for my husband was this:
Notice the glasses slanted down on the nose? (I refuse to get bifocals, folks. I am FAR too young for those. The slant down will have to suffice)
Notice the rounded face without a drop of make up?
Notice the hair—the lion’s mane—protruding in every direction?
Notice me still in my pajamas at LUNCH TIME?
And yet—Richard still took the time to make me my favorite lunch.
(Love really is blind. Or simply my husband. But my lunch was definitely good!)
The most important thing I learned was this: despite the beauty or despite the lack of it (aka me), the precious gift Richard gave me was service.
A friend (or husband or wife) loves at all times…