When you are gone on a business trip, know that your wife still loves you very much and is thinking about you all the time.
Know that I dream about you, that I still feel you near and I still smell your presence.
You are truly beloved.
If you knew how beautiful you were and how much you were loved, you would be full of joy and at complete peace.
I send you my love today.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Early Morning affection
What I wanted this morning was a hug and kiss in bed and told "I love you very much."
Last night I wanted him to pursue me and kiss me on the neck in the restaurant and say "I love you."
A husband has to undertstand that he has to pursue her to get the marriage that he wants. Kindness, love and affection. Today, tomorrow and all the time. A happy ever after ending.
The kind with a prince on a white horse, a white dress wedding every day.
And now, all your wife is thinking about is Valentine's day. She's dreaming of hearts and flowers and chocolate and love, love, love. A day spent in bed with champagne and red and pink roses. The smell of rose petals. Heart rings, heart pendants. If she doesn't like jewelry, then a heart painting or picture to hang somewhere. One of those cheesy photos with two feet and your names written in the sand in a heart. The large picture of you on your wedding day in the newspaper for $75. That's what she most desires.
But she won't ask. She won't pursue. That would be like her insisting on driving you around in your car today. Most husbands hate that.
Last night I wanted him to pursue me and kiss me on the neck in the restaurant and say "I love you."
A husband has to undertstand that he has to pursue her to get the marriage that he wants. Kindness, love and affection. Today, tomorrow and all the time. A happy ever after ending.
The kind with a prince on a white horse, a white dress wedding every day.
And now, all your wife is thinking about is Valentine's day. She's dreaming of hearts and flowers and chocolate and love, love, love. A day spent in bed with champagne and red and pink roses. The smell of rose petals. Heart rings, heart pendants. If she doesn't like jewelry, then a heart painting or picture to hang somewhere. One of those cheesy photos with two feet and your names written in the sand in a heart. The large picture of you on your wedding day in the newspaper for $75. That's what she most desires.
But she won't ask. She won't pursue. That would be like her insisting on driving you around in your car today. Most husbands hate that.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Books that need to be written
Today I went to ebay and looked for the following books but could not find them.
I looked on Amazon.com and BN.com and could not find the section on wives and husbands either. Hmmmpf.
So these are the books that I think need to be written:
1) How to love a wife (husband)
2) The emotional care and feeding of a wife (husband)
3) Showering your wife (husband) with love and affection
4) Love and affection for wives (husbands)
5) Creating an addiction to your wife (husband)
6) Becoming addicted to your wife (husband), a primer for newlyweds
7) Falling even deeper in love--undated instructions for older wives and husbands seeking more loveage (see word below).
Why is there no special word for love in a marriage? There should be. Maybe we should call it "loveage" or "lovliage". The definition in wikipedia and www.onelook.com would say "the special love and affection that spouses have for one another", "deep marital devotion to one's spouse."
I know I need loveliage, I need deeper affection and attraction.
I'm waiting for you, the professional authors and writers out there.
I looked on Amazon.com and BN.com and could not find the section on wives and husbands either. Hmmmpf.
So these are the books that I think need to be written:
1) How to love a wife (husband)
2) The emotional care and feeding of a wife (husband)
3) Showering your wife (husband) with love and affection
4) Love and affection for wives (husbands)
5) Creating an addiction to your wife (husband)
6) Becoming addicted to your wife (husband), a primer for newlyweds
7) Falling even deeper in love--undated instructions for older wives and husbands seeking more loveage (see word below).
Why is there no special word for love in a marriage? There should be. Maybe we should call it "loveage" or "lovliage". The definition in wikipedia and www.onelook.com would say "the special love and affection that spouses have for one another", "deep marital devotion to one's spouse."
I know I need loveliage, I need deeper affection and attraction.
I'm waiting for you, the professional authors and writers out there.
Wish you were here
Today is Saturday, and you are at work. "At the building" where you do accounting for a hotel. I wish you were home doing an accounting of my love for you.
You would find that in my savings account, every day I build up hundreds of thousands of dollars in love.
In my checking account, is also hundreds of thousands of dollars of love. Same for my investment account. I want to invest in love.
JP Morgan Chase may have dollars, Schwaab has investments, mutual shares, annuities and pension funds, but the accounts of my heart are filled with the dollars of love, happiness, peace and joy for you!
How about today you write a check for love. Withdraw some kisses and hugs. Withdraw some "I love yous", and there are hearts and flowers you can withdraw.
Withdraw these things and decorate my heart and home with love!
You would find that in my savings account, every day I build up hundreds of thousands of dollars in love.
In my checking account, is also hundreds of thousands of dollars of love. Same for my investment account. I want to invest in love.
JP Morgan Chase may have dollars, Schwaab has investments, mutual shares, annuities and pension funds, but the accounts of my heart are filled with the dollars of love, happiness, peace and joy for you!
How about today you write a check for love. Withdraw some kisses and hugs. Withdraw some "I love yous", and there are hearts and flowers you can withdraw.
Withdraw these things and decorate my heart and home with love!
The beginning of Love
How to Love a Wife
in just a few easy lessons
in just a few easy days.
This is the care and emotion feeding of a wife.
I was thinking the other day, why am I so frustrated with the way my husband walks by and there’s nothing. Or even worse, he starts in on a string of worries, frets and unhappiness and directs it at me. Ouch–from the favorite dart board.
It’s okay, I know I’m a dart board.
I just feel sorry for him, when he’s around me, all I feel is anger. And I know the anger comes from fear. The same fears everyone has, will I have a job, then will I have a home, what if one of my kids dies, what if my wife leaves me, and so on and so forth.
But in the meantime, life is passing him by.
We are meant to love and to be loved. We simply cannot let worries and fears and all sorts of stray, meandering thoughts that get us no where get in the way.
Why do we let our thoughts become so very unmanageable? Thoughts of worries and fear, then more worries and fears take over like tornadoes that devour. Smogs that permeate.
All that is fine, but why eat a life of dog food and cat food, cold and miserable when we know if we start getting those thoughts in the proper direction, we can have the caviar, the filet mignon and the black forest cake we so richly deserve.
Why is it we can go to a restaurant, and assuming the bank account’s full, then we order the most delicious steak, chicken and fish that’s on the menu. And the finest of desserts. The Champagne is my favorite, let me have that.
But then when we get up in the morning we let our thoughts turn to the kid worries, the money worries, the job worries, the house work cleanliness worries (well, maybe not so much for me), but what kind of a life is that.
We are our thoughts!
So we go to a restaurant and we know how to order the finest, but left alone at home, our thoughts pretty much wander to the worst imaginable junk. Then we watch TV or even worse, the news, and it’s pretty much in the trash can by then.
I think maybe sometimes we get our thoughts from the trash can and our food from our favorite markets.
How odd.
In any case, what is the best thing in the world to think about? Love, that’s what. And we can do that and spread it around all the time.
When we speak darkly, we divide and push our loves away, but when we share a kind thought, a touch, a smile, a joke, that is increase.
So here we go, this is what wives want.
Okay, I love it when we wake up and you hold and kiss me first thing in the morning.
I love it when you make me coffee and breakfast BUT WAIT, I also want to give to you, so I like to do the dishes while you cook.
Last night you said I was not home for dinner. But I was. I came home at 9 pm and then asked if anyone was hungry and made dinner for myself. I’m okay with that.
I’d love it if you would come down and join me.
I’d love it if you would not focus on the negative.
I’d love it if you would just hold and kiss me and tell me you loved me while we ate.
Then I’d love it if you would hold me and kiss me when I went to sleep.
I’d love it if you would help with the dogs and see how much they love you.
I cook for the dogs because they give so much love to everyone. I’d love to cook for our cat but he had sinus problems as a kitten, got him from a shelter and he will only eat the junky cat food, because that’s the only thing that smells good to him. Well, that and mouse smell.
I’d love for you to look at the mice I’ve caught and lovingly kept as being cute and adorable.
I’d love for you to understand just how very much you are loved and cared for.
I’d love for you to forget about all your frets and worries about money.
I’m making a warm Alpine Wool hat for you and I hope you love it.
in just a few easy lessons
in just a few easy days.
This is the care and emotion feeding of a wife.
I was thinking the other day, why am I so frustrated with the way my husband walks by and there’s nothing. Or even worse, he starts in on a string of worries, frets and unhappiness and directs it at me. Ouch–from the favorite dart board.
It’s okay, I know I’m a dart board.
I just feel sorry for him, when he’s around me, all I feel is anger. And I know the anger comes from fear. The same fears everyone has, will I have a job, then will I have a home, what if one of my kids dies, what if my wife leaves me, and so on and so forth.
But in the meantime, life is passing him by.
We are meant to love and to be loved. We simply cannot let worries and fears and all sorts of stray, meandering thoughts that get us no where get in the way.
Why do we let our thoughts become so very unmanageable? Thoughts of worries and fear, then more worries and fears take over like tornadoes that devour. Smogs that permeate.
All that is fine, but why eat a life of dog food and cat food, cold and miserable when we know if we start getting those thoughts in the proper direction, we can have the caviar, the filet mignon and the black forest cake we so richly deserve.
Why is it we can go to a restaurant, and assuming the bank account’s full, then we order the most delicious steak, chicken and fish that’s on the menu. And the finest of desserts. The Champagne is my favorite, let me have that.
But then when we get up in the morning we let our thoughts turn to the kid worries, the money worries, the job worries, the house work cleanliness worries (well, maybe not so much for me), but what kind of a life is that.
We are our thoughts!
So we go to a restaurant and we know how to order the finest, but left alone at home, our thoughts pretty much wander to the worst imaginable junk. Then we watch TV or even worse, the news, and it’s pretty much in the trash can by then.
I think maybe sometimes we get our thoughts from the trash can and our food from our favorite markets.
How odd.
In any case, what is the best thing in the world to think about? Love, that’s what. And we can do that and spread it around all the time.
When we speak darkly, we divide and push our loves away, but when we share a kind thought, a touch, a smile, a joke, that is increase.
So here we go, this is what wives want.
Okay, I love it when we wake up and you hold and kiss me first thing in the morning.
I love it when you make me coffee and breakfast BUT WAIT, I also want to give to you, so I like to do the dishes while you cook.
Last night you said I was not home for dinner. But I was. I came home at 9 pm and then asked if anyone was hungry and made dinner for myself. I’m okay with that.
I’d love it if you would come down and join me.
I’d love it if you would not focus on the negative.
I’d love it if you would just hold and kiss me and tell me you loved me while we ate.
Then I’d love it if you would hold me and kiss me when I went to sleep.
I’d love it if you would help with the dogs and see how much they love you.
I cook for the dogs because they give so much love to everyone. I’d love to cook for our cat but he had sinus problems as a kitten, got him from a shelter and he will only eat the junky cat food, because that’s the only thing that smells good to him. Well, that and mouse smell.
I’d love for you to look at the mice I’ve caught and lovingly kept as being cute and adorable.
I’d love for you to understand just how very much you are loved and cared for.
I’d love for you to forget about all your frets and worries about money.
I’m making a warm Alpine Wool hat for you and I hope you love it.
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