I Enjoy

I don't think you'll see this for a few days. But that's OK.

No one has ever cared for me so much. Not like you. No one, ever. Sometimes I don't know what to do with it all or how to handle it.

No one has ever said to me, "I want to cook this meal for you."

No one has ever knitted anything for me. Not ever.

So re-reading those first few sentences, I sound like a major chauvinist. Something like, "I like my women to stay in the kitchen and knit for me."

I hope you know me well enough to know that isn't how I see it. I've just never been in the position where I was with someone who got any enjoyment out of taking care of me.

I can tell you a few of the things that I enjoy.

I love grocery shopping with you.
I love gift shopping with you.
I love wrapping presents with you.
I love the idea of decorating for holidays with you.
I love sitting in the kitchen with you while you sip your coffee and plan your day.
I love grabbing your butt when you are at the counter occupied with something or other.
I love being able to go out to a movie with you and taking you out to dinner.
I love standing in the doorway and waving to you when you are driving to work.
I love calling you during the day and telling you how work is going.

I love the scarf you made for me. It was incredibly thoughtful and an absolute first for me.

I love you, Baby Doll.