Cold Feet

My husband totally and completely loves me....Would you like to know how I can tell?
 
There are several ways Danny expresses his feelings for me. It is in the way he kisses my forehead anytime I lean in towards him, the way he rubs my feet with lotion every night when I am pregnant and the adorable way he saves me the gooey center of a cinnamon roll (his favorite part).
 
But the most amazing way he displays his love for me is something I don't even think he realizes he does....because when he does it he is completely unconscious
 
I have poor circulation so my hands and feet are ALWAYS cold. I'm talking inhuman cadaver cold. In the middle of a summer heat wave I still wear socks to bed, no joke.
 
On the opposite end of the spectrum I married a small celestial entity, as in- a molten bubbling mass of lava resembling the sun which runs at a body temperature of 27 million degrees Fahrenheit. This seems to work out well for us since our opposite temperatures balance us like magnetic forces.
 
My favorite thing to do when coming in from the cold is to search out my unsuspecting husband and lovingly rap my arms around his neck. Then as soon as he has relaxed into my embrace I quickly slip my handsicles inside the nap of his shirt collar and plant them snugly in-between the dip of his shoulder blades...ahhhh Ecstasy!

Locked in a WWF strong hold he eventually gives up the squealing and writhing around until my hands warm up and I remove them. It is not that he specifically enjoys me feeding off his solar energy like an unwelcome parasite but after 11 years together I've exhausted him into submission.
 
This brings us back to how I know he loves me.
 
Every night after the house has settled and silence has tucked itself around slumbering dreamers, I lay awake reading to the rhythmic pattern of my sweethearts breathing. He has long sense turned in for the night and is lost in visions of football and Carl’s JR bacon burgers. It is during this time when the depth of his love is expressed so unknowingly.
 
Without thought or pretense he extends his leg closest to me and blindly searches through sheets, and sometimes children, until he makes contact with my frozen feet.

He shivers slightly at the corpse like contact and then sighing, he places his foot firmly against mine drawing the cold within himself and replacing it with the love only he can give me....his unconscious sacrifice for my comfort and well-being warms my wanting feet and my tender heart.
 
If you take away the words "I love you" (a phrase that can be said as part of routine and added as an afterthought) and if you take away premeditated actions (these can be rooted in obligation) what you have left is impulse. And from impulse you find simple undeniable truth.
 
And so it is that this playful, tender, wonderful man (who is endless in his tolerance of my flaws and insecurities) continues nightly to keep the promises he made 11 years ago on our wedding day....to protect me from a broken heart, the depth of loneliness and my ever constant cold feet.