We say goodnight and hold hands in the dark. He hides love notes in my books.
I always had the suspicion that couples who had been married for more than ten years didn’t really enjoy each other as much anymore. They stayed married out of habit, out of a sense of responsibility.
We’re going on 11 years and I know now that isn’t always the case.
I was awake at 4:30 this morning, thinking about how much I love Graeme and all the wonderful things he does for us, without ever grumbling or wishing he was elsewhere. He serves us and does it wholeheartedly. Home is his favorite place to be, and the best part of everyone’s day is when Daddy comes in from the shop so we can all be together again. We greet him like we didn’t just see him at lunchtime.
As I lay there in the dark, I thought of Something Good and all the things I love about Graeme.
Not pictured in this post are all the times he’s brought me breakfast in bed, the beautiful cakes he’s made from scratch for our birthdays, the times he’s been up at night with Forest whose legs are growing fast and painfully. He’s made piñatas and dresses and beautiful meals. He reads the Bible to us every morning, and sometimes again when he comes in for lunch.
He’s offered to stay home with the kids so I could go visit family in Australia and friends in Oklahoma. He puts his arm around me in church and winks when we make eye contact in a crowded place. He brushes Grace’s hair at night and puts bows in it on Sunday morning.
Graeme never left my side during the labor and delivery of both our babies. Then he took care of me while I took care of our baby. Dressed me when I was too weak to do it myself.
“You know why I think we get along so well?” He asked me one day.
“It’s because we have a competition going to see who can be nicer to the other one.”
He’s only ever loved me and done it so well. I heard once that before you marry a man, you should ask yourself if you’d want a son exactly like him. Now I love seeing glimpses of Graeme in Forest; when he helps me make my bed without being asked, when he tells his sister she looks beautiful in her Christmas dress, when he thanks me for making him dinner, winks across the table and prays for me at night.
Forest, at six years old, is thoughtful, helpful. “You’re just like Daddy” is his favorite compliment. Makes him stand a little taller, to hear those words. And the best thing I could wish for Grace is that she marries someone just like her Daddy.
Graeme’s playing the piano as I type this.
Say you’ll share with me one love, one lifetimeSay the word and I will follow youShare each day with meEach night, each morningSay you love me(You know I do)
Love me, that’s all I ask of you
Here are a few favorite moments. Just a few out of so many.
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somewhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth
Or childhood
I must have done something
Something good
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