No, he doesn’t post about how much he adores me. He’s not overtly romantic when we go out to eat. We’ve never had a regularly scheduled “date night.” He doesn’t sing me love songs. He doesn’t often bring me flowers (I send them to him because he’s the one who loves fresh flowers.)
But this…this right here shows me he loves me. It’s hard to see, so let me explain.
First, he cooked an amazing dinner for E and me – grilled sea bass with garlic broccoli and wild rice – while I napped. Then, while I got E to bed, he headed outside to mow a few areas of the front pastures that need it before any possible storms.
After he mowed, he drove the mower down to the pond. “Why?” you might ask. I’ll tell you.
Earlier this week I mentioned in passing that as soon as my doc says I can get on my tractor, I want to use the front end loader to dig up the cattails that have sprouted at the edge of the pond. They can quickly take over a pond if not kept in check. I tried pulling them up by hand before my surgery, but I just wasn’t strong enough. So I planned to use my tractor. He quietly listened to my plan without argument.
He knows the doc isn’t going to release me to use my tractor for months. Plus I’d have to use my right arm to control the front end loader. That’s not going to happen before Christmas. But he didn’t argue with me. He understands my frustration with not being able to do work on our property. He listened. And he took note of what matters to me.
So, in the twilight of a hot, muggy Texas evening, he’s down by the pond pulling up the cattails by hand.
I only mentioned it that once. Days ago. He didn’t comment. He didn’t announce what he was going to do. He just quietly did it. I wouldn’t have know until tomorrow if I hadn’t stepped outside for a few minutes tonight.
This is love, ladies. He listened. He heard. He acted on what matters to me.
This is love. True love.
Thank you, Ron Duncan, for loving me.