the little things

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What are those little things your lover does that remind you how lucky you are?

Thanks.

Peace,

daughter
 
uh, just about your sweetie

Starfish.

What are those little things your lover does that remind you how lucky you are?

Peace,

daughter

((daughter wondering if Starfish is floating so tough on love, she misread the question))
 
when he brings over ramen noodles at 2am so we can have a late night snack and talk...

or when he gets up early in the morning just to make sure i get up on time to get to class...

or when he does his best to make me happy, even if it means doing something he doesnt want to do...

just gazing into my eyes and telling me he loves me...

making me feel like there's nothing else in the world but me and him when we're together...

waking me up with a kiss when we fall asleep in each others arms

*sigh* knowing how much he misses me whenever we're apart
 
Ummmmmm

Sounds like your willing and sure about what you two have going on. :)

I feel yah.

Peace,

daughter
 
She hangs up my coat and puts my shoes in the closet. She brings home an ocassional box of cookies. She watches Star Trek with me.
 
He makes sure I eat real, non-vending machine food during finals. And he not only makes the meals, he cleans up afterwards as well.
 
She forgives me for Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Every day.

Even on days like today when the neighbors knock on our door to ask if we've seen the gate to their side yard. Apparently the Things have misplaced it.
 
Mischka said:
He makes sure I eat real, non-vending machine food during finals. And he not only makes the meals, he cleans up afterwards as well.

I'll cook it...but cleaning it's for tomorrow, tomorrow. Hey I'll do it anyway. tomorrow that is...
 
Running me a bubble bath, lighting the candles and bringing me a glass of wine and chatting to me while I bathe

Knowing when to hug me, make me laugh or give me space

Making wonderful steak dinners with a marinade that is amazing

Kissing me everytime we part

Holding my hand at the doctors and dentist

Being who he is and never being predictable

Laughing at my jokes
 
Gazing at me with those intense green eyes of his

He comes home from work and rubs my shoulders if he thinks I have had the slightest amount of stress

He brings me home little surprises, and then smiles with that little boy grin of his.

He gives me a back rub or scratch every night before I go to sleep.

There are so many other things, but I just cannot put it into words.
 
Yup, I am really out of it lately. I did misread it. :eek: I though you asked what little things in life....

Okay, well...

Lately, he's been doing little notes. It is just a cute little thing he does. He'll post a post-it by the computer for me.

He'll get the coffee pot ready for me, so that in the morning I just have to hit the on button, and that will make it so that I can be in a daze from just waking up, and not have to worry about making the coffee. If he wakes up with me, he always makes me a cup and makes me sit and wait for it. If he wakes up before me, he brings it up to bed and wakes me up with it.

When I am really sick, like now, I'll lay on the couch, and he'll rub my feet, or just stroke my hair, and soothe me.

He puts up with me in general. ;)

One time, he took those little silver stars and spelt out I (heart) U! on the wall in our old bedroom.

Sometimes he'll just bring me a flower. Or he'll get me a little suprise. He really is sweet.
 
Whenever I try to take out the trash, he jumps up and grabs it and says, "I'll get it dear", even when he's tired.

He strokes my head at night right before we fall asleep.

He is ever so patient with my family.

He lets me know when the movie "When a Man Loves a Woman" is on even though I've seen it 100 times.
 
*sighs dreamily*

When he brings home a few bricks of .45 ammo for us to share
When he climbs under the truck and licks me while I change the oil
When he washes my feet
When he leaves me along with my computer which doesn't happen enough to suit me. bastard.
 
Calls me at work just to say "I Love You"

Listens (actually listens) to my endless bitching. :rolleyes:

Let's me pick out the colors to paint the Harley. :D
 
Brings me flowers.

Lots of hugs and kisses. :)

Visits me at work, and brings me chocolate. I mean good chocolate. Today she brought baklava with chocolate.

When she gets up at 5:30 AM to go to the lab, she kisses me on the face for 5 or 10 minutes straight! (ok, this one took some getting used to, but now I really like it)

She says I'm a hottie.

I AM lucky.:D
 
ROTFL

Bob Peale said:
She forgives me for Thing 1 and Thing 2.

Every day.

Even on days like today when the neighbors knock on our door to ask if we've seen the gate to their side yard. Apparently the Things have misplaced it.
Bob, I swear I need to start archiving your thing stories and quips - I can already see my neighbors starting to worry.
 
He listens to me (and really hears me)
He writes me poetry
His Kisses are out of this world...
He is kind and compassionate
He is a sexual adventurer.. and with him my wild side is flying free..
He cares about my children
His honesty.. I love his honesty...

I dont just feel lucky.. I feel blessed...
 
She puts up with the bad moods, lack of concentration, irrational outbursts and keeps coming back for more. God knows why!
:) :) I guess I'm just the luckiest man in the world.:D
 
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Re: ROTFL

LukkyKnight said:

Bob, I swear I need to start archiving your thing stories and quips - I can already see my neighbors starting to worry.

You know, you read Calvin and Hobbes and you think, "Come on, how does someone come up with shit like that?"

I don't wonder that anymore.

Did I tell ya'll that they got banned from their gym class? They were taking a class once a week and decided, one day, while the teacher was teaching everyone a song about parts of the body, they would teach the other children how to do back flips off a 3 foot tall block.

Apparently, the other children were not quite as athletic...
 
:( I'm devastated. He doesn't like Nutella. Couple that with the George Jones thing and it's two strikes, one more and he's out.

But there is the Powerwagon thing, that makes up for a lot.
 
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