About a year ago I wrote this message and today it's still true.
After All This Time
After all this time, 23 years to be exact, my sweetie, we’ll refer to him as Mr. R., still knows how to make me scream. See, you need to clean up your mind that is not what I’m referring too. I’m a moaner, not a screamer. LOL! On to what I want to share with you.
After all this time, I’m still amazed that Mr. R can still surprise me with his compassion, sense of family and understanding of how to love. From the moment I met him, it was clear that the man had the ability to make me laugh when all I want to do is cry.
After all this time, Mr. R and I still wonder at how our family has grown. He has two sons, I have one. A few years after we became a couple, we inherited four other children. We did everything as a family. Vacations, baseball games, holiday dinners, you name it we did it. Never once did he say, I’m taking my boys. He would say, “Load the kids up in the car. We’re hitting the road.” When it was time for college, anyone that wanted to go went. Never once did he ask how we are going to pay for. He simply did what was needed to get tuition paid. The man was and is about family.
After all this time, it still amaze me how Mr. R is still teaching me how to be compassionate toward others. Any of my friends will tell you, if you say you need something done in Mr. R’s presence, he is going to get it done himself, or he will connect you with someone to get the job taken care of. My girlfriend went into the hospital to have surgery. He knew I couldn’t get away during the day to visit with her and I did not want her to feel like she was alone. Mr. R went to the hospital; made sure she had decent food for lunch and kept her company until I arrived. She appreciated the company and I appreciated Mr. R for being compassionate to her needs and mine.
After all this time, it still amaze me how Mr. R’s eyes still have the same affect on me as they did the day we met. That his smile still sends a punch to my gut, that his thighs still make me shake my head and say, ‘Thank God for men’. His hands are still warm and soothing when he rubs my body down with oil. That his kisses still stir the juices and his body still satisfies the urges.
After all this time, it still amazes me how Mr. R understands that making love begins with all the things he does in and out of the bedroom. The love he shows day in and day out with the touches, the looks and the smiles gives me the warm and fuzzy that leads to hot and heavy later.
After all this time, it still amazes me how much love Mr. R has to give.
Sharing a little part of me.