Sappy Love Crap

[shell seeker2]

Sometimes it can be something as simple as simple is. Last night my man was in the mood for Manwiches, and that would have required me to go to the store (which I was ready and willing to do). About 10 minutes later he said you don't have to go out, we'll have dinner delivered. God, I love this man!

 

[Missingmeds]

Sometimes it can be something as simple as simple is. Last night my man was in the mood for Manwiches, and that would have required me to go to the store (which I was ready and willing to do). About 10 minutes later he said you don't have to go out, we'll have dinner delivered. God, I love this man!

Yeppers that is a keeper.

 

[omahaman2]

You want to hear a love story that is so sappy and so romantic?
You all,dont have to run, its not another post about jenny and oman However,i know from it where jenny gets her sooooo
romantic side!

Jenny's mom and dad met many many years ago and fell madly in love at first sight!! However,he had a medical problem that in
those days meant he wouldnt live much longer. Even knowing
this, she married him and they had a few wonderful years together. After his death, she knew she could not love anyone
as much as she does him, and knew she could never look for
a replacement. She has lived the last fifty years remebering
the wonderful man who was in her life for just a couple years,
the only man she knew she would ever love!

 

[Mysteryman5500]

You want to hear a love story that is so sappy and so romantic?
You all,dont have to run, its not another post about jenny and oman However,i know from it where jenny gets her sooooo
romantic side!

Jenny's mom and dad met many many years ago and fell madly in love at first sight!! However,he had a medical problem that in
those days meant he wouldnt live much longer. Even knowing
this, she married him and they had a few wonderful years together. After his death, she knew she could not love anyone
as much as she does him, and knew she could never look for
a replacement. She has lived the last fifty years remebering
the wonderful man who was in her life for just a couple years,
the only man she knew she would ever love!

I think that, that is the most sad and Romantic story I have ever heard! Thank you for sharing that omahaman2

 

[dcraz]

Sometimes it can be something as simple as simple is. Last night my man was in the mood for Manwiches, and that would have required me to go to the store (which I was ready and willing to do). About 10 minutes later he said you don't have to go out, we'll have dinner delivered. God, I love this man!

SS2,

Glad you found us! You two are certainly welcome here. So glad to see you found such a wonderful man.

Please be a regular here and keep us all informed of all the sappy love crap times you two have together.

 

[Mskey]

So I saw some more sappy love crap today while I was at the hospital with my mom.

I was walking past the rooms that lead up to hers and I happened to glance over and see this one little tiny slip of a woman almost being swallowed up by the bed. She had to be well into her eighties and she was strapped into every manner of contraption available, but she had the most serene look of peace on her face that it struck me as I walked past her. As I approched the end of her corridor I could see inside the room toward the foot of her bed and there sat her husband. He was polishing her toenails!
It made me well up pretty hard and one of the nurses passing by said, " He does that every day since she fell into her coma. Comes in like clockwork and polishes her toes and fixes her hair, changes her nightgown and freshens her sheets with linens he hand washes and line drys at home."

That's sappy love crap!

 

[dcraz]

So I saw some more sappy love crap today while I was at the hospital with my mom.

I was walking past the rooms that lead up to hers and I happened to glance over and see this one little tiny slip of a woman almost being swallowed up by the bed. She had to be well into her eighties and she was strapped into every manner of contraption available, but she had the most serene look of peace on her face that it struck me as I walked past her. As I approched the end of her corridor I could see inside the room toward the foot of her bed and there sat her husband. He was polishing her toenails!
It made me well up pretty hard and one of the nurses passing by said, " He does that every day since she fell into her coma. Comes in like clockwork and polishes her toes and fixes her hair, changes her nightgown and freshens her sheets with linens he hand washes and line drys at home."

That's sappy love crap!

MsKey,

Thank you so much for sharing such a touching moment. I sit here trying not to well up as I read it.

Yep, I would say that qualifies as sappy love crap. And I love it!

Prayers are with you and your family today.

 

[shell seeker2]

SS2,

Glad you found us! You two are certainly welcome here. So glad to see you found such a wonderful man.

Please be a regular here and keep us all informed of all the sappy love crap times you two have together.

Hey, D!
Hope all is going well. Just enjoying some FSU football and waiting to see if there will be any trick or treaters tonight. Making Manwiches for dinner and just enjoying a quiet (hopefully) night at home.

 

[DLL]

Originally posted by shell seeker2
Hey, D!
Hope all is going well. Just enjoying some FSU football and waiting to see if there will be any trick or treaters tonight. Making Manwiches for dinner and just enjoying a quiet (hopefully) night at home.

did you say FSU..i could hardly type that

 

[dcraz]

I am sorry to see two Florida teams struggling this year...

 

[69forever]

Hmmmmmmmmm...do you have mirrors in your house????

Ummm, I know I do.

Yanno a lot of people thought ours was a rebound thing. We kept our friendship quiet. For a lot of reasons.

There's no need to anymore. Barring a train wreck, we're one of the lucky couples to have hooked up here. In love, unconditionally, knowing that we have the Key.

I know this LDR is hard on both of us...sometimes the tears just come. No mater how strong I try to be. ~sighs~ It happens. It will happen until we are together with no see ya laters. Until then, I'll manage and survive.

 

[JennyOmanHill]

You want to hear a love story that is so sappy and so romantic?
You all,dont have to run, its not another post about jenny and oman However,i know from it where jenny gets her sooooo
romantic side!

Jenny's mom and dad met many many years ago and fell madly in love at first sight!! However,he had a medical problem that in
those days meant he wouldnt live much longer. Even knowing
this, she married him and they had a few wonderful years together. After his death, she knew she could not love anyone
as much as she does him, and knew she could never look for
a replacement. She has lived the last fifty years remebering
the wonderful man who was in her life for just a couple years,
the only man she knew she would ever love!

I also learned that my mom and dad didn't even share a kiss until after he proposed to her! That's the ring we're sharing while we settle into our life together.

Oman is full of romantic words, songs and deeds, and I realize how lucky and special I really am to be able to share this special love.

 

[dcraz]

SHMILY

Many have heard this story before but I thought it was worth repeating here.

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love - one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.

But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my Grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time.

Grandpa stepped up to my Grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment.
For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.

S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

 

[Raindear816]

This is a quicky Sappy love thingy....

When I first met my present husband, I was just coming out of a nasty divorce. I had no interest in anything long-term. I didn't want any man in my life for longer than a few nights.

He was complementary, kind, and attnetive when we met. He continued to be those things as he convinced me that we were going to more than I was ready for.

One morning, he called me as I was getting ready for work. I was slipping into my scrubs for the dental office. And that's when he won my heart. A simple proclamation from his lips claimed my heart in an instant.
He said, "Ashleigh, baby-girl, I want to know you so well that I know which pant's leg you slip into first when you get dressed."

I had just put on my scrub pants and realised that I, myself didn't even know! I was hooked. We were married within the year. It will be our 11th anniversary on the 20th of this month. And while I may complain, I love him, and he loves me. That's more than I could ask for.


Great thread D!

 

[dcraz]

This is a quicky Sappy love thingy....

When I first met my present husband, I was just coming out of a nasty divorce. I had no interest in anything long-term. I didn't want any man in my life for longer than a few nights.

He was complementary, kind, and attnetive when we met. He continued to be those things as he convinced me that we were going to more than I was ready for.

One morning, he called me as I was getting ready for work. I was slipping into my scrubs for the dental office. And that's when he won my heart. A simple proclamation from his lips claimed my heart in an instant.
He said, "Ashleigh, baby-girl, I want to know you so well that I know which pant's leg you slip into first when you get dressed."

I had just put on my scrub pants and realised that I, myself didn't even know! I was hooked. We were married within the year. It will be our 11th anniversary on the 20th of this month. And while I may complain, I love him, and he loves me. That's more than I could ask for.


Great thread D!

Congratulations to you Ashleigh! You and your husband provide faith and inspration for us all.

So glad to hear you found yourself a good man. If he ever starts slacking, send him over and we will straighten him out!

 

[MT_Pitcher]

To love a person is to learn the song
That is in their heart,
And to sing it to them
When they have forgotten.

 

[MT_Pitcher]

A part of you has grown in me.
And so you see, it's you and me
Together forever and never apart,
Maybe in distance, but never in heart.
~ by Anonymous ~

For my Baby

 

[His lil secret]

All that you have been to me cannot be expressed
It is something only the heart can explain
I live in the warm embrace of your love each and every day
And I want you to know that nothing is more precious to me
I never want to know life without you in it


{{{{Daddy}}}}

 

[GoddessOfSouls]

Re: SHMILY

Many have heard this story before but I thought it was worth repeating here.

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more.
They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring.

"Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet.

There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture.

It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love - one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky enough to experience.

Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other.

But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning.

But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone.

"Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my Grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time.

Grandpa stepped up to my Grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment.
For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty.

S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You.

That was beautiful! and the first time I have heard it.. I can only tell you that while you might not yet know the depth of love yourself, you will in time understand it in ways many will not, because you have bared witness to such love, you know the value of it, and like all good traditions love is the best one to pass on... when you can sence such love, the flavor resides within the soul, to sip a lesser wine, would leave a bitterness within..
Much like the couple who always kisses twice upon each arrival and departure from each other, one kiss for her, and one for him, they never ever kissed less then twice.. no matter the time constraints on there life..

In so many ways we pass on Love in traditions! we learn from our life growing up, and we teach as we age and pass on the same value and traditions to our young.. May you all know the Value of your Love on another

Wonderful Thread Dcraz

 

[69forever]

Over Time....

Through thick and thin...our friendship remained strong. It grew though neither of us pursued it. Respectful of the comittment made.

Whspr, darling....I cannot begin to tell you how much that sacrafice of your heart and soul means to me now. Your integrity and unconditional love. What we have now....I KNOW how much.

When the nights are long and dark
Lying awake, alone, wishing for your touch
Remembering you reaching for me
In the middle of the night

I hear your voice from the night before
The sweet ringing of your giggle in my ear
The throaty sigh at my longing
The deeply sorry of saying goodnite

Apart.

LDR's suck. We will perservere. We have the ~Key~

 

[dcraz]

Re: Re: SHMILY

That was beautiful! and the first time I have heard it.. I can only tell you that while you might not yet know the depth of love yourself, you will in time understand it in ways many will not, because you have bared witness to such love, you know the value of it, and like all good traditions love is the best one to pass on... when you can sence such love, the flavor resides within the soul, to sip a lesser wine, would leave a bitterness within..
Much like the couple who always kisses twice upon each arrival and departure from each other, one kiss for her, and one for him, they never ever kissed less then twice.. no matter the time constraints on there life..

In so many ways we pass on Love in traditions! we learn from our life growing up, and we teach as we age and pass on the same value and traditions to our young.. May you all know the Value of your Love on another

Wonderful Thread Dcraz

Welcome GOS.

And thanks for sharing your own little story of sappy love. I have learned so much in so short a time from others that have shared here.

Please come back and add to the thread any time you hear a story that touches your heart.

DC