Who will move first?
Who’s cozier? Who’s hungrier? Who’s lazier? Who’s needs to go to the bathroom? And so it begins. The wait. Listening for stirring – a clear sign of restlessness and movement.
When you live in a house with three stories and you’re on the top floor with your love – reading, on a TV-series-watching- marathon, or listening to music – someone will eventually have to be the one who heads downstairs, first. A quick trip to the bathroom or to retrieve a sweater on the second floor, means an inevitable detour to the first floor – where the goodies are.
When the kids/grandkids visit, it’s a no brainer. “Go get me some whatever, whatever from the kitchen.” They comply. They are spry. If they grumble or tease, they still obey.
Between the two of us, it’s a waiting game. Are you feeling generous and energetic? If so, you’ll jump to it. Are you on the last leg of your evening before sleep? Then you’ll wait until he makes a move downstairs, and you ask him for a little of this, a smidge of that.
All I want for Valentine’s Day is for you to head downstairs first, Tessil. (And thank you for the many times you do.) Happy Valentine’s Day. Love our domestication.
Love this. Thank you. And happy LOVE day.❤️
Thank you so much for reading and leaving a comment. Happy LOVE day.
Thank you. Hope you had a happy LOVE day, too.
An absolutely delightful piece chocked full of humor, practical truth, and love. Yeah for loving domestication!
Glad that you liked it. Thank you for taking time to comment.
I love you, too!
I feel loved.
Gorgeous picture of you two! Happy love day!!
Thank you for reading and taking time to comment. Happy Valentine’s Day.
A wonderful story.
I used my imagination visualizing you and your husband waiting for whose gonna go first laughing when the first of you two stands up making way to go downstairs. What a joy to see. I saw your grands acting happy and blessed to be in the grandparents home in such a comfortable and loving way. I can hear there little voice yelling upstairs Granma this of grandpa that. It brought me back to a time when my brother Bobby and I acted that way with our Mummy, Nanny and Grampy who we were so fortunate to live with up to the ages of 4 and 5.
Thank you Candelaria for sharing these “Magic Moments” as taught through the lyrics of “The Drifters”.
Ain’t love Grand!
Yes, it is. Love is grand until it ain’t but then it’s no longer love.
Thanks for commenting.
Am putting an article in the mail for you, addressed to the PO Box on this website.
Laura
p.s. My son was born on Valentine’s Day, 38 years ago. One of those times in life when you get a reward for pain (labor) ❤️
Hi Candi
My youngest daughter just found a book you had given to me over 50 yrs ago.Its been a while but thought I’d reach out to say hello.
Denise Dixon Jacobs
OMG. I just thought of you last week and wondered where you were.
What book? I hope you are well. I will send you a direct email.