Here's Why....
Because he makes an effort to notice things that matter to me. And this, after 53 years of marriage. Quite apart from his noticing what I wear and commenting on how it appears. Usually complimentary, but occasionally not so. And for all the hugs and kisses that are offered through the course of an ordinary day. For his sheer presence in my life.
For his endless curiosity about everything. His speculation leading to his active efforts to discover more about what it is that has intrigued and perhaps puzzled him. And when he feels he understands, then he communicates to me what he has discovered. For his determination to teach himself any number of things; painting, art-glass, cabinetry, hardscaping.
For his fascination with history and his enduring love of books. For the delight he takes in surprising me with thoughtful gestures. Including presenting me with an object he has carefully chosen that he feels would be useful to me in the kitchen, or one that I would take pleasure in wearing. For our shared love of incandescently beautiful music of the world's great composers.
He has taken notice of all the growing things in our garden that so delight me. And they now, by extension, give great pleasure to him, as well. He will make the effort to be helpful, offering to water our many garden pots, and he readily agrees, when the mood takes me - and that is often, during the spring season - to go along with me to the various neighbourhood gardening centres.
When we're out on a woodland trail and he sees a spider, a bee, or a caterpillar that appears to be in distress, or where it's obvious it soon will be trod upon by another, more nature-unaware hiker, he will gently lift the tiny creature out of harm's way. He is as pleased as I am when we see a butterfly, each of us doing our utmost to identify which type it is, harking back to those decades ago when our younger son was involved in netting and cataloguing them.
Two days ago there was a wasp caught in the side screen door of our house, between the screen and the window portions. He patiently manipulated the sliding glass until the wasp finally flew to freedom. If I discover the presence of a earwig in the house somewhere, as I did the day before - in one of the pantry cupboards of all places - he will wrap it loosely in a tissue to release it unharmed back into the garden.
Today, after we roamed about in the back garden after breakfast, observing all the changes that have taken place there since the day before - and there are many; some we perhaps hadn't taken the time to note yesterday, since we were fairly busy otherwise - I found a small black ant roaming about on the breakfast-room floor and called his attention to it.
It had been on his arm, he explained, when we came back into the house and he meant to release it on the deck but somehow lost it on his way back through the sliding doors. Now that it was located he bent under the table - where it had taken itself on its journey across a ceramic tile floor, wondering where the turf it's far more familiar with had gone - and lifted it with care.
Speaking reassuringly to the minute creature, he brought it back to the out-of-doors. That's why; that, and very many other reasons, but those listed above will do.
For his endless curiosity about everything. His speculation leading to his active efforts to discover more about what it is that has intrigued and perhaps puzzled him. And when he feels he understands, then he communicates to me what he has discovered. For his determination to teach himself any number of things; painting, art-glass, cabinetry, hardscaping.
For his fascination with history and his enduring love of books. For the delight he takes in surprising me with thoughtful gestures. Including presenting me with an object he has carefully chosen that he feels would be useful to me in the kitchen, or one that I would take pleasure in wearing. For our shared love of incandescently beautiful music of the world's great composers.
He has taken notice of all the growing things in our garden that so delight me. And they now, by extension, give great pleasure to him, as well. He will make the effort to be helpful, offering to water our many garden pots, and he readily agrees, when the mood takes me - and that is often, during the spring season - to go along with me to the various neighbourhood gardening centres.
When we're out on a woodland trail and he sees a spider, a bee, or a caterpillar that appears to be in distress, or where it's obvious it soon will be trod upon by another, more nature-unaware hiker, he will gently lift the tiny creature out of harm's way. He is as pleased as I am when we see a butterfly, each of us doing our utmost to identify which type it is, harking back to those decades ago when our younger son was involved in netting and cataloguing them.
Two days ago there was a wasp caught in the side screen door of our house, between the screen and the window portions. He patiently manipulated the sliding glass until the wasp finally flew to freedom. If I discover the presence of a earwig in the house somewhere, as I did the day before - in one of the pantry cupboards of all places - he will wrap it loosely in a tissue to release it unharmed back into the garden.
Today, after we roamed about in the back garden after breakfast, observing all the changes that have taken place there since the day before - and there are many; some we perhaps hadn't taken the time to note yesterday, since we were fairly busy otherwise - I found a small black ant roaming about on the breakfast-room floor and called his attention to it.
It had been on his arm, he explained, when we came back into the house and he meant to release it on the deck but somehow lost it on his way back through the sliding doors. Now that it was located he bent under the table - where it had taken itself on its journey across a ceramic tile floor, wondering where the turf it's far more familiar with had gone - and lifted it with care.
Speaking reassuringly to the minute creature, he brought it back to the out-of-doors. That's why; that, and very many other reasons, but those listed above will do.
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