Once again this morning you diverted my expected crabbiness with a steaming cup of Jamaican blue mountain coffee in my favorite coffee cup and did not question my silence or lack of cognizant thought, for you know I am not a morning person
And as I opened the cabinet I noticed that you had remembered my favorite, cereal (captain crunch) my favorite lunch meat (fat free bologna-no nutritional value, but 25 calories of the best crap ever) and all the condiments were facing forward (to humor my ridiculous need for order and structure at whatever cost)
And my recollection of this sweet consistency takes me back to last night, when you were, unprompted; researching the requirements for obtaining a British passport for you remembered that I asked about it 2 weeks ago last Tuesday.
The irony is you may occasionally forget your own needs, but you never seem to forget mine
Your thoughtfulness shames me and your love it truly humbles me.
And you make sure the house is clean after the children have left, and you never complain when I feel the incessant need to remind you of all the things on our (my) to do list
You cock your head to the side and smile your silly smile, amused, and seemingly unfazed by my sometimes exhausting bent for efficiency and production
And once again I return to the thought that makes my eyes mist, taking care of mine and everyone’s desires is second nature to you
And what do I do-besides drive you crazy
You simply replied “you make me a better man”
At least I am relieved to contribute something, though I feel my effort is sorely lacking compared to yours, however, as you remind me, love is not a contest (again I am ridiculously competitive) .
How things change as we mature, yet of this realization I am sure
I have been gifted with diamonds, and driven in luxury cars and someone’s secretary remembered my birthday in 2007--how thoughtful of them
I have wasted time and effort on much less deserving men
But as the years and age will surely diminishes all recollection true
At the end of my days all there shall be left to recall is you
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