LOVE IS ALL YOU NEED

Thank you TBG for Sharing the Love.


So the love of my life is never home before 10 on most weekdays. If you keep up with my blog or know me otherwise, you would surely know this too by now. It's usually me who manages to trudge home in my ancient chariot (read: Ambassador) at about 9 and cook dinner or something edible that might pass for dinner for most bachelors living alone. Ooops, Sorry little apple, did I say 9? Nah! I meant 7 PM! :P

And the one day that the poor Sun rises from the North and she decided to turn up at my front door at 7 and I'm not there. Aha! And in around 30 seconds my phone rings. I answer it and am shocked to find out she's at home. And I'm not. I promise her I'll be home ASAP even though I very well know I would not be able to be home before late. Anyways, all's fair in love and war eh? So we hang up the phone and I get back to work.

A couple hours pass and I'm still hard at the file in front of me. The staff has long departed for home and I am sitting on my gorgeous butt trying to ignore the fact that it's late. And that's when the phone rings again. I look at the screen and my worst fears come true. She's calling again! Darn. So I tell her I'll be a little late. Needless to mention here she hangs up the phone without a word.

Silence says a lot. It would surprise us to no end when for the first time we realize that silence speaks a great deal more than words expressed out loud. The phone stays silent for another hour and then it rings again. She's pissed off at me greatly and would be going off to sleep and she makes that clear. She adds that I am a bald pea brained moron who never has the time of life for her. Aha. Sounds familiar to you eh?

11 Pm I leave from work and manage to make it home in 20 minutes. What? Why are you surprised? It might be an old car, but it's still worthy of it's gasoline! 

The house is all dark and quiet. Tired and weary, I take out my key and unlock the door. Locking it behind me I can see the house all dark and empty. I climb the stairs and there she is, pretending to be fast asleep, suppressing giggles, and waiting for me to discover that she's actually been waiting for me sweetly all this while. 

There's ice cold milk in the refrigerator just the way I like it, a gorgeous bowl of pasta and a equally gorgeous bowl of potato salad just the way I love it on the mantle. 

Need I say more? 

The sound of those giggles and the rustle of the sheets when she tries to cover her face to hide her giggling is enough to make all the weariness go away. 

Love, Tbg.