He's never been one who gets into all the hype of the expectations and rituals of birthdays, Christmas, and Valentine's Day.
He'd much rather skip those altogether
and just have times
where he feels like making life special
without the expectations.
But he knows he can't dare skip birthdays, Christmas, and Valentine's Day.
He knows that.
those holidays never seem quite as fun
as a hot July Wednesday night when he comes directly into the kitchen
with a plastic bag in his hand,
without stopping first at the barn;
and he gets the response he wants from me
because I am ALWAYS oblivious
and have no clue what he is doing
until he sits down to the table.
Then I wonder what's going on
because he never comes right into the kitchen to eat as soon as he gets home...
and he never just sits at the table
except to eat.
And then I smile and squeal when I realize there is Sushi in the bag.
No, not predictable.
Not even remarkable or oozing of sappy love...
just fish in a bag
to make a girl smile
to show his love.
I adore your random acts of love.
It makes me want to get you back.
"Give, and it shall be give unto you;
and shaken together,
and running over,
shall men give unto your
For with the same measure that ye mete withalit shall be measured to you again."
We all need a random act of love once in a while,don't we?