Friday, February 19, 2010
I love movies about old people who love each other. We watched Up! the other night and were so sad about the beginning. But, the love that little old man showed for his wife, and visa versa, was so touching. I love how the husband in The Notebook reads their love story to her every single day in hopes she will remember just for a moment. I remember when my ex-husband's grandmother died. His grandpa Pickles was lost without his Millie. He died one year later. He is the only man I have ever seen who literally died of a broken heart.
What does this have to do with Rick and I? Every night Rick turns down our bed, gets out my special pillow, spreads out my favorite quilt, turns on my fan and tucks me in for the night. He's a night owl so many nights he doesn't even come to bed when I do. But if he does, he will lay next to me and stroke my hair. It's really quite funny what it takes to get me into a relaxed state to go to sleep at night. And Rick takes care of every detail.
And if I go to get ready for bed and decide to turn down the bed myself he'll either stop me or, if I'm already done, mention that he's "falling down on the job."
I love that he gets me ready for bed and tucked in. It makes me feel special and loved.
I can see us doing this routine when this little old arthritic body can barely hoist herself up into her individually controlled sleepmaster bed. My wrinkled old bald but very sweet husband will be taking care of my bed so I can get a good night's rest.
I love it.
And I love him.
Rick Rocks ~ Because he tucks me in at night.