Six Years of Simple Joys

This is the first time have written a blog about our anniversary. What do I love about my mate?

Every woman he has encountered from mothers, sisters, friends and girlfriends, succumb to his charm, and I see their faces light up when he spends time with them. He really cares about people even though he, at times, has a hard time saying so. For me, while he doesn’t tell me how much he loves me all the time, he shows me his love when he doesn’t hinder my aspirations, encourages my creativity, enjoys my company, shares stories and jokes with me, and accepts me for me (even if I can be neurotic).

The other night, he showed his charm, which always seems to surface right when I think it has gone missing. I had a rough week at work and was exhausted by Friday. The dishes were piling up because I needed a break from the daily dishwashing Thursday night, so the dishes got out of hand by Friday. While exhausted on the couch Friday night (midnight), I hear in the kitchen my mate doing the one chore he hates the most: washing dishes. While other women may want flowers and loving words all the time, this subtle act by him spoke volumes of his love for me. (By the way, he does do chores: taking out the trash, making the bed and keeping the house organized—but he hasn’t washed dishes in 3 years).

So after six years, I still seek out his company and happy to see him happy. Weekend mornings, lazily staying in bed, snuggled under the covers with him quietly snoring next to me are the happiest times of my week. I hope we can keep up this happiness with small treasures of love.