Amid the "you don't send me flowers, you don't sing me love songs" emotional moments of my marriage there are little bits of loving communication that I overlook. Sometimes, I'm just selfish and want all the love and fresh ardor of early courtship...and I need to learn that married love matures and changes.
I started to grump about "you don't write me love notes" to my Loverbrains the other day...when I stopped abruptly...because it occurred to me that in his very GEEKy sort of way he WAS sending me love notes. He's a texting poet.
I held out on the text thang for a long time. Too expensive...too many ways for people to contact me ALL the time...but since I've given in...I find that I love it. It's a good way for me to send love and encouragement to my friends and family....and my Loverbrains has noticed this too, as he sends me LONG texts and *tiny* texts of love to me throughout the day.
Ahh...the source of my discontent...it has nothing to do with lack of blessings...and everything to do with lack of gratitude. Sometimes being married to a quiet man means that I need to LOOK and listen for his attempts at speaking LOVE to me.
COVERT WAYS MY LOVERBRAINS HAS COMMUNICATED LOVE TO ME THIS WEEKEND:
Remade beds and helped in wee hours with a sick Lubby (Don't worry he's fine now...dinner just didn't agree with him)
Sent an extremely sleep deprived MomE to bed early the next night.
Emptied the dishwasher (and cleaned off kitchen counters)
Was kind and sweet to me after I backed into garage door and broke it.
Sent me a text of reassurance of his love after I felt bad about same said garage door.
Asked me out for this Saturday night...a romantic dinner.
These little bits of communication really pave the way for the longer and deeper conversations.