August 18, 2012
On Sunday (7/29), I had an act planned–I intended to give you 15 minutes to talk about whatever you wanted while I gave you my full attention. I’d done this before. I wanted to do it again because I’ve been convicted lately about my listening habits (I’ve written much about this).
However–and this is a big however–as soon as I parked the car at our place, you informed me by cell phone that our oldest daughter had smashed her teeth on the bathtub and that we needed to take her to the emergency room. So, we took her.
She was brave in the ER, much more so than us. The doctor told us that he couldn’t do anything but that we should see a dentist in the morning. By Monday afternoon, we had a daughter with four less teeth, stitched-up gums, and an adorable new smile.
I did manage to commit my act of love on Sunday, though. Late, late on Sunday night (Monday morning, really), I Facebooked you a message telling you that you handled the teeth situation well and that you acted bravely. When you read this, I think it really affected you because you kept thanking me for the note and saying that you didn’t know why I thought you were so brave because you felt like a wreck the entire night.
August 3, 2012
I recently noticed that the smell of the liquid soap in our bathroom makes me think of our honeymoon in Hawaii. I’m not sure why. You wore a certain lotion every day on that trip. Maybe it smells like that. Whatever the connection is, I like that the soap brings up that memory. For act 294, I wrote you this note and placed it under the soap container:
The smell of this soap reminds me of our honeymoon in Hawaii, a memory so sweet that I can’t concentrate on anything else when it enters my mind.
May 23, 2012
For Wednesday, I cut out one heart from each of four note cards. I wrote “Your love fills my heart” on one and taped it just under the gas gauge in our car. On the second, I wrote “My heart accelerates when I’m with you” and taped that under the speedometer. I wrote “You rev up my soul” on the third, which I taped under the tachometer. On the fourth, I wrote “You keep me cool, baby” and taped it under the temperature gauge:
You thought these notes were a lot of fun!
I came up with a bunch of other expressions for the hearts, but they didn’t quite make the cut:
“You’re full of it” (gas gauge).
“You warn me when I’m moving too fast” (speedometer).
“You keep me cool, baby, like antifreeze keeps an engine cool as it’s passed through the engine block, then through the radiator, then back through the engine block” (temperature gauge).
“You spin me right round, baby/ Right round, like a crankshaft, baby.” (tachometer).
May 16, 2012
On the way home from your earth-shattering Mother’s Day celebration (where’s a sarcasm font when you need one?), I started feeling sick. By the time we got home, I felt so bad that I had a hard time making it to my bed on my own. For the rest of the night, I lay in bed with a high fever.
That was a really fine way to end your Mother’s Day. But think of it this way–I gave you a great opportunity to show off those outstanding mothering skills of yours. And show them off you did! You waited on me at every moment, yet simultaneously kept our kids from killing each other.
Thank you so much for doing such a great job. In fact, thanking you for the job you did was my act of love for Saturday. While sick in bed, I wrote you this note:
Thank you for taking care of me even on Mother’s Day. You’re a great mom and a spectacular wife!
That note was about all I could handle doing for your act of love. I can’t believe how sick I felt that night. (Maybe the processed chicken from Chuck E. Cheese’s didn’t sit well with me!)
May 11, 2012
A while back, I attempted to send an ecard to your email address. You never got it. I decided to try again. Here‘s the card I sent.
I searched and searched that site for a manly greeting card, but couldn’t find one. So, the animated bee you’ll find when you hit the above link will have to do. I’m sure you don’t mind.
I did personalize the card, though I can’t now remember what I put. Anyway, if you don’t get this one in your email, at least you have the link to it here. I’ll even give you a new personalized greeting (and since I couldn’t find a manly card, I’m going to simply embrace the cheese):
Thanks for beeing mine!
PS: It will be an embarrassing day when the guys find out about this blog.
PPS: Click on the bee. It’s animated.
May 4, 2012
For this act of love, I wrote the following note and stuck it in one of your favorite books on our shelf:
I loved you as I wrote this,
And I love you still,
I love you as you read this,
Pray I always will!
Which book? I’m not telling. Given that it’s one of your favorite books, though, I’m sure you’ll find the note eventually. Or, after reading this, you’ll bug me until I tell you. Actually, the latter’s so likely it’s almost certain.
April 28, 2012
I had no clue what to do for my act of love on Thursday. I wanted it to be interesting, but couldn’t come up with anything. Finally, I thought, “Who gives a crap if it’s interesting, as long as it shows Francine that I treasure her.” But that thought gave me an idea: to email you this:
That last picture is supposed to be of a ewe. I have no clue if it is.
UPDATE: You replied to my email message with this: “haha, first i thought it was eye gold lamb… haha thanks! I gold lamb you too! :0)” Maybe it is a lamb; if so, it can’t be a ewe.