We were on a big, beautiful cruise ship somewhere down around Mexico when my husbandthe ever romantickneeled down and asked me to marry him. We already knew we were going to get married, so it couldnt possibly have been a huge surprise. But that didnt stop me from blubbering like a small child when he popped the question and I saw that gorgeous diamond ring.
And he understood it was a momentous decision for me. To tie my life and future to him for the rest of our days, neither of us knowing what it would mean or what it would bring.
During the lowest points of our marriage, he has particularly felt the weight of the reality that I forever hooked my train to his and were in this thing togetherfor better and for worse, for richer and for poorer, in sickness and in health. But thats what really matters, doesnt it? That were in this together .
Occasionally, remind your husband how incredibly glad you are that you married him. Best decision ever.
You are one handsome man .
I cant say what prompted me at that particular moment. It was an ordinary day, and we were both at home doing ordinary things. But when he walked by my chair in the living room, I couldnt help but remark, You are one handsome man!
Im not sure what I expected, but maybe a smile from him at most. To my astonishment, however, he stopped what he was doing and came back over to my chair. And he asked me to repeat what Id said.
Um... youre handsome? Just stating the facts, babe.
Hes not one to fish for compliments, so I was at a loss as to what was going through this mans head.
Then he told me a story from his childhood that Id never heard before. When he was about eleven or twelve, he considered himself so ugly that he went through all the family photo albums and tore out every picture of himself he could find. The old albums contain photos of his family fishing or camping, with everyone lined up. Except there is a torn, jagged hole where he should have been standing. In literally every picture.
I felt like I was going to throw up. How could a wonderful kid like him have possibly thought he was ugly? Let alone so ugly that hed go to such great lengths to remove any reminder of how he appeared?
Now I happen to be married to a good-looking man. So, of course, I figured he knew he was handsome. How could I have ever guessed that he didnt see himself that way?
Saying he was handsome was merely pointing out the obvious. Except it wasnt obvious. Not to him anyway. And he needed to hear itespecially from his wife.
You are a terrific kisser.
Ill never forget our first kiss. We had hiked to the top of a tree-covered hill and found ourselves looking out on a peaceful clearing. Other than the small herd of deer gently bounding in front of us, he and I were alone in the world. It was as if we were on a movie set and all this rugged beauty was staged.
We were standing uncomfortably close, and I could tell he was considering kissing me. Finally, he asked me. Not in so many words, but I knew what he meant. So I told him it was his move. And then he moved, all right.
He bent down to kiss me, and I closed my eyes, anticipating our lips meeting for that perfect kiss.
Except this moment didnt play out like you see in the movies. Our lips didnt meet. Instead, our teeth clunked. The most awkward first kiss in the history of romance. But it did make us laugh.
Thankfully, this was only the first kiss of many. And Id have to say that practice makes perfect.
Hes an excellent kisser now, and I tell him often.
Your man would be glad to hear you enjoy his kisses.
In your arms is my favorite place to be.
I remember when I first met my husband at a dinner party. It was something of a blind date, and we both knew that many people had their hopes on us hitting it offbut probably nobody more than the two of us. He and I were a bit older and had been looking for each other for what seemed like a very long time.
So as I sat next to him on the couch, talking and laughing as if we were old friends rather than new and nervous acquaintances, I found myself looking at his big, strong arms and wishing they were wrapped around me. Which might have been a little strange since we had met only minutes before.
I didnt imagine then how many times those arms would hold me and under what circumstances. Hold me when I was worried sick. Hold me when I couldnt stop crying. Hold me quietly because it was a warm summer evening and nothing more needed to be said. Hold me because he loves me and thats where I belong. My favorite place to be.