what i love most…
…about my husband.
There are many things for which I’m grateful. Since they are too numerous to mention, I’ll choose one.
He lets me talk…for as long as I like. Ad nauseum…if I’m so inclined.
With nary a peep…or a hiccough…or a boo! He merely…smiles…nods…or agrees.
Oftentimes, I’ve felt this was a shortcoming.
In conversations by myself…monologues, if you will…I’ve wished…and pleaded…for more input.
Two-way communication.
Less silence…while dining out…in the car, on long drives…in a heated discussion.
I should’ve known when I heard his college, Valedictorian speech…3 words…Silence is Golden.
With that he walked off the stage…and into my life…for better or worse.
Forty-five years later…3 dating, 42 married…my husband is still the…Strong, Silent Type.
You’d think I’d have gotten the message…long, long ago.
Blame youthful immaturity…for having my head…in the clouds.
And so decades later…having failed to mold Adam…according to Eve…
I’m content to sit under the apple tree…
…eating of the fruit…
…which promises…
…eternal love.
Even if it has to be…in silence.
………hugmamma. 
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Sweet…
…he is.
What a wonderful tribute to your husband! I love it.
Thank you. And from what I remember…your stories also spoke lovingly of your hubby. We’re blest…you and me.
Yes we are!
I’m sure they’d agree that…they are too.
Sweet !!!
Thanks!
Your poem is a beautiful tribute. Happy 42nd anniversary to you, hugmamma, and to your Strong, Silent Guy. (Mine is, too.)
Coming from you…I’m honored. Means a lot. We’re lucky to have our…strong, silent hubbies.
The silent one is touched………
Happy you approve. But even if you didn’t…blah, blah, blah…yada…yada…yada…ad nauseum.
That was such a warm & sweet post Hugmamma, especially loved the end under the apple tree
A spontaneous moment…of unabashed…love. I just…went for it!
Too cute
ha, ha. I wasn’t trying for cute…but I’ll take it.