) wields a mop with vigour.
Sis-in-law is puzzled. “Why is he sweeping the floor?”
“He’s mopping,” I tell her.
Sis-in-law looks around. “But the place is clean.”
,” The Beloved announces.
my brother-in-law sweeps while the stockings and presents are waiting.”
“He vacuumed. He’s mopping now,” I interject. “And one man’s oddness is someone else’s love language, you know!”
. A spotless house and washroom is his gift of love.”
The giggles cease.
A light bulb comes on. I hear daughters’ voices , then mine, in my head –
“Why do you spend so much time folding napkins and arranging cutlery? It’s just a table, Mom. Who cares?”
Who cares? Who cares??
that only I can give
, and I
I begin to wonder. Is love why I spend hours
– Decorating the Christmas tree
– Setting a table for my guests
– Making my garden a
to relax and rest in
? Is love why hubby vaccums and mops like crazy when
washes over me. I
My eyes smile into hubby’s.
, darling! I
. Crazy compulsions in others’ eyes – his love language and mine.
, right? So
Well, here’s to what’s left of
and to dreams come true in 2016.
and happy New Year!