As I was cleaning a few minutes ago, my mind wandered. I don't know how I came to this particular thought, or why, but I did. I was thinking about M and our relationship. You've all read that we're MFEO, and I believe that wholeheartedly. Seriously, the man is my other half.
The thoughts went something like this...
M is the kind of guy that people want to take care of. Everyone who knows him, knows that. People just want to cook for him and give him a hug and do his laundry. While he is perfectly capable of taking care of himself (and by that I mean, he can keep himself alive with cheesy rice and Boost shakes), something calls out from him, and says, "nurture me." It works well for us as there are few things that make me happier than taking care of people in that Anna Pascal "I-will-heal-the-world-with-cookies" way.
The interesting part of my thought pattern came when I realized that I need him to take care of me, too. I sincerely need him to keep me sane. Grounded. Like him, I can take care of myself, but I need nurturing, too. Just in a different way. And M does just that. He makes me feel safe and secure and loved. And that's just what I need.
I've always known that he made me feel safe. I've felt that way since we first met, but today I just thought about it differently.
I am smiling all the way to my toes because I am so thankful for my husband. Funny how those thoughts hit you sometimes, isn't it?
Go Team Ouiser.