Those of you close to me are aware that my husband likes to read Nicholas Sparks books. I’ve watched people try to make fun of him for it, but he always quickly shuts them down by pointing out that his books are basically a complete guidebook for romance, which is true.
Who doesn’t want to come home to love notes on the mirror, or on random objects throughout the house? I picked up a deck of cards once and there was a note taped to it saying how much he appreciated our time together playing games. Sometimes I find notes on clothing hanging in my closet pointing out it’s a favorite dress, etc. Occasionally I open my makeup drawer and find a sweet note telling me how much he likes my style. A few days ago I walked into the bathroom and there was a note laying at the base of my toothbrush stand that simply said, I am REALLY in love with you. The funny thing is that this was a ‘recycled’ note. I had seen it before. About three years ago we were at my old house and had a bunch of friends over. We were just sitting around chatting and at one point Tom passed me that note. I get to smile today, and remember that smile years ago too.
Listen up, men: it’s not all about long-stemmed red roses that cost 95 dollars. Once I was sitting on the bank reading a magazine while Tom was fishing. His fishing took him out of sight. As he rounded the bank and came back into view I saw that he had picked me a bouquet of wildflowers. I could go on for hours, but today I want to talk about a little something he gave me a few days ago.
It may seem silly for me to talk about a gift from my husband, but there is a purpose and a reason. I try to follow the rules and not come off as ‘braggy’ about my husband. I want to be honest though and reassure some of you who may have lost belief that there are still good people out there. I’m looking at you Katie.
This is the cover of the book he handed me.
I’m not going to show every page obviously, but I chose a few favorites to share.
Of course he had to include this next one. Rude.
Tom is aware of how often I feel like I’m a hassle or trouble for him because of my health. I hate needing help so often. I hate being a burden financially. I hate making him worry. The list goes on and on. Finding a way to quietly reassure my insecurities like this is something only Tom could do.
For those of you who need a little reminder… Don’t lose hope and don’t settle. Whoever you are, you are deserving of true love. You deserve someone who understands your insecurities and who rather than plays on them finds a way to reassure and build you up.
P.S. I love you Tom and I’m forever yours.