I spent a few days composing a soppy, mushy love post for our six year anniversary. I tried all the usuals- i.e. six reasons why I adore my husband, listing his great attributes etc. etc.
Im not certain the reason, however none of these formats seemed fitting this year.
As I was scouring the fridge for a quick bedtime snack, I called my husbands name- I then told him something (can’t remember what)
Then it hit me. I call his name dozens of times a day. Sometimes its to tell him stories, tell him news, process something, ask him to do something, share an idea. Tell him something that’s broken, tell him something funny, tell him something sad, ask him to get something out of the car, ask for a cup of water at night, tell him what was on sale at the store, share something cute about the kids, or most recently, in the middle of the night when I became suddenly sick. Our house is small but it seems that when our conversations begin we are in different rooms. Thus talks usually ensue after I have called his name. He answers- then we begin talking. When he is gone I miss calling his name and I miss him not being right there.
Simply because I love calling his name.
I love how he answers. He most often says: yes sweetie, Yes dear, etc. I realized that I don’t have to call his name before I begin talking to him but I choose to. The fact remains: I love calling his name. I am grateful to have had the last six years to call his name. I look forward
to 66 more.
I also enjoy looking at my man while he does his thing! Thanks to Chris Moncus at ChrisMoncusPhoto.com for catching a moment when we were both gazing at one another.
This pic is very special to me.