Twice In Twenty Years…
Published by Jean August 30, 2007
It isn’t about the flowers. Or any other gift.
It’s about the effort.
It’s about letting her know you value her.
Slow dance with her… in the kitchen, on the porch.
Even if you can’t dance you can hold her tenderly
and sway with the music. Then tell her she smells nice.
Even if she isn’t wearing perfume.
Tell her she’s pretty when she isn’t dressed up.
Leave a note on her pillow. Write, “I love you.”
Bring her a flower when there is no special occasion.
Don’t take it for granted that she knows how you feel
just because you’re still around.
She wants to hear it. She wants to see it.
Do you like her laugh, her eyes, her hair, her legs?
Tell her.
If you don’t love her enough to keep letting her know it…
leave.
Break her heart once, not every day for the rest of her life.
One of the best things anyone ever told me about relationships with females is, and it was my little brother who told me back in the 80’s (he’s actually been married longer than me), “Remember boy, they don’t think like we do.”
That sentence, combined with my insistence that our marriage not be a failure, caused me to do deep reflection then, and continuously, in the aspect of paying attention and not treating my life-mate, my wife, like she’s “one of the boys”.
Even after 40+ years, because my blueprint is hard wired and I have a tendency to be as lazy as everyone else, I have to constantly remind myself of what my brother told me, “Remember boy, they don’t think like we do.”
It’ll never be perfect, is anything?, but always striving, is the key. When you stop trying you start quitting.
You’re one of the good guys, gs. And, apparently, so is your brother.
I believe “they don’t think like we do” can apply to many situations.
And, beautiful poem Jean.