This is a tag that comes hot of the post by Dipali on her wonderful SRE, and having had the pleasure of meeting the both of them I can safely say a more darling couple would be hard to come by.
And since by the very nature of the title, this requires said tag to be soppy and barf inducing, I put the barf alert notice right up front so those who want to spare themselves the agony of heaving out the contents of their stomach are free to skip this post. Also, I need to touch the husband for a rather heavy emptying out of his wallet in the coming week, so I am hoping this will sort of smooth the way and force him to live up to the reputation I am broadcasting all over the www.
So without much ado, here are the five nicest things my spouse has done for me. And some more.
1] Come with me for every appointment, every scan, every test during my infertility treatment and my pregnancy. Considering he wasnt keen on having any children and I was the one on hormonal wanting overload, I guess he decided he’d better see me through it or I would implode.
2] Not insisting I cook. But then I guess that is not just his niceness, but also his self preservation instincts.
3] Always being there whenever I’ve been stuck in a situation. Riots, power blackouts, floods, you name it, and I’ve been secure in the knowledge that all I need to do is call him and he will come (rather like some superhero without the costume and the cape) and get me home safe and sound.
4] Pampering me. Even when he could ill afford it. He is a generous husband. The best watches, sunglasses, bags, clothes, perfumes, jewellery, he insists on buying them for me. He is not so generous with himself. He buys stuff for himself rarely, but is very giving with me. Truth be told, he is generous with everyone.
5]Always supported me 100 per cent in whatever I’ve chosen to do, whether chuck up jobs, or start anything new, or decide to be a lotus eater, he never says a word. Or maybe he would rather not say a thing and let me make my own mistakes.
And some more:
1] He never notices when I pile on the kilos. Or if he does, he chooses to keep it zipped until I look like I’m ready to be kicked into a goal.
2] He never ever expresses a strong opinion on what I wear or what I do with my hair. Nor does he encourage me not to wear any particular kind of clothes. Any modesty in my dressing is totally self imposed.
3] When I chickened out of driving after a couple of particularly gruesome crashes, he hired a driver.
4] He has unhesitatingly bashed up eveteasers for me. Without being asked to. Way back in the days when we travelled by bus and train. That makes a girl feel really safe.
5] He accompanies me to every doctor’s appointment and surgery still and does the post surgery care to the best of his ability. Post LASIK, he ensured my drops were put in, the eye patches worn every night and no excess eye strain through sitting at the computer or reading done.
6] If I am ever ill (he knows I really am ill when I tuck myself into bed without washing my face, creaming it, and creaming my hands and feet), he takes over the child completely. Feeding, changing, homework, putting to bed.
7] If he hands me over some cash for spending purposes (I am a kept woman, remember), he will never ask me what I spent it on. Or ask me what I need money for. Or be niggardly about handing over some spare dosh when I run out of the greenbacks. Which is ever too often.
8] And he continues to make me feel like the sexiest woman on earth. Despite the triple layers of cellulite, the extra tyres, stretchmarks, balding head, jiggly belly pouch, pigmentation and morning dog breath.
And I tag
The Mad Momma
Get to it, girls.