Me (excitedly): “So are you going to carry me over the threshold on our first day in new house???”
Him: “I’ve carried your hundreds of boxes over the threshold, surely that counts??”
S does many things that make me, on a daily basis (and most times more often) reflect in wonderment at how I’ve managed to snag such a great dude. He is chivalrous, romantic, a man of his word, stoic, strong and well, oh so handsome.
And how can you resist a man who, when supermarket shopping sees you randomly mumble to yourself about craving just one can of lychee juice, hastily and without a moments thought, rushes to SHOVE 6 cans of the delectable stuff into the trolley?
I drank one last night, saw the dent from the shoving into trolley in haste to please me moment, and smiled to myself.
yumminess with a dent of love
Always remember this, as it’s a lesson I took way too long to learn – if someone says they love you, they will likely try and do the “grand gestures” and fulfil the needs and desires you have that are difficult, and sporadic. Anyone can proclaim grandiose desires and intentions and try and prove them.
But it is a rare and worthwhile love who on a daily basis, seeks to be thoughtful and loving enough to do the little, easy, simple things, everyday, every time, without question or needing anything back in return. It’s the one who respects you on the little agreements, who wants to provide your daily comforts, who demonstrates with his every intention and action his true feelings, with whom the grandiose things are just icing on the cake.
I was looking through my iphone and giggling to myself about my penchant for taking seemingly random and inane shots of things, stuff, happenings. If you were to take my phone and go through the picture gallery, it would seem to you that I liked taking pictures of inanimate objects. I do, but only because on afternoons such as this when I need a pick-me-up, I look through and am reminded of life’s exceedingly simple pleasures, moments that lend so much joy to your life in the most basic of ways.
Waking up to a fresh fruit smoothie in the mornings.
prepared by Chez Steve
Watching my mini jungle grow with utter pride.
Bread, Meat, Cheese lunches with colleagues.
prosciutto, porchetta, mmmm...
Surprise birthday flowers from my amazing dance team.
Post dinner-date coffee and nibbles at the exquisite Langham Hotel, to the tunes of wonderful jazz music and excellent company! 🙂
Langham Hotel - impossible not to feel glamorous walking in!
The reasons why Pretty Woman is STILL, as a full grown adult, one of my favorite movies of all time. Why when I got home and discovered it was on TV tonight, I squealed and RAN to the couch and plonked myself down delightedly. Why I think Pretty Woman gets precedence over State of Origin and Steve has to read about State of Origin online instead.
- Not because it’s a princess fairy tale movie, but because it’s a tale of the importance of intimacy and laughter in a real relationship.
- Because that scene where she kisses him on the lips for the first time is soul-achingly tender.
- Because she showed up snooty shop assistants, and every woman knows about those ones that can reduce you to feeling like a high school not-popular-or-pretty-enough teenager again. FTW!
- Because she wears culottes with a suit jacket! And even in 2010, it looks fashionable and classy!
- Because Costanza, despite being a jerk in this movie, has hair and is thin. It’s a novelty.
- Because Richard Gere plays a real good man – not because of his money, but because of his stand up for his woman values, his ability to love someone so far below him on the totem pole, and well, his cheekbones, err, yes.
- Because Julia plays an amazing woman – who keeps her head screwed on, tells it like it is, doesn’t play stupid games, and believes in herself.
- Because their penthouse suite has bright. pink. carpet.
- Because Vivian is a gorgeous name, and so is Edward.
- Mostly, because Steve told me he didn’t need to watch it with me, because he had already found one.