While there are those who would claim that my mister marginalizes me by carrying my suitcase, protecting my, er... delicate sensibilities, or opening doors for me, the reality is that he knows full well that I am capable of looking after myself and have likely said worse than the young teens can come up with at their worst. There is a tenderness in all that special treatment. Something that not only implies a vulnerability, but which actually allows it. Vulnerability that will not be taken advantage of or mocked, but protected and nurtured. And that is beyond precious.
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Delicacy
While there are those who would claim that my mister marginalizes me by carrying my suitcase, protecting my, er... delicate sensibilities, or opening doors for me, the reality is that he knows full well that I am capable of looking after myself and have likely said worse than the young teens can come up with at their worst. There is a tenderness in all that special treatment. Something that not only implies a vulnerability, but which actually allows it. Vulnerability that will not be taken advantage of or mocked, but protected and nurtured. And that is beyond precious.
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Precious. Chivalry is not dead.
Yep. I'm trying to teach my kids to do the little things too. It's amazing the difference it makes...it indeed tells us we're loved more than the words.
Your husband sounds sweet - enjoy!
I always know I am loved because he takes my car to put gas no matter how often I have driven even if it means a special trip to the gas station.
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