Several years back, I remember a conversation I had with my e-friend author Pamela Fagan Hutchins. We shared how we were so blessed to be a part of what she called, “Couples Who Make You Gag” – !
We even did two challenges on our blogs – one was 30 Days of Intimacy and the other was 30 Positive Days – my posts are over there under Categories.
I am blessed with that gag factor love. Or some *cough Josh* call it “ewww” or “get a room” type love. No matter what you call it, it is something rare, amazing, wonderous, and precious.
And there are things about Alpha Hubby that just take my breath away.
There is a special warm, softly scented spot beneath his ear, the ear that listens to me ramble on about sometimes obscure, useless bits of information. That spot is inches back and away from the mouth that kisses me so passionately. It is tucked right above the shoulder I lean on and near the back that is strongly muscled and able to work to secure his dreams (one of which is moi. I’m at the top of the list, right baby??).
That warm, softly scented place is up above his heart that possesses his true love for me. It is down to the right of his beautiful amber eyes that gaze so warmly into mine, full of promise and the fulfillment of future dreams.
When he wears my favorite scents, they get smoothed into that special spot just under his ear and right above his shoulder, where I can nestle my nose and inhale the velvety scent of Alpha Hubby. I could just absorb that scent for hours… but it tickles him so he won’t sit still too awfully long… well that, and he has to eat sometime. And sleep. And go to work. Which is a shame because I could just stay there in that spot forever.
It is a scent all his own, a coupling of cologne and him.
And no matter where we are, if he is there and I can inhale his special warmth, I am home. And protected. And safe.
I like that spot almost as much as I like:
…his arms which hold me so tight. Passionately, sweetly or warmly his strength is always there, just for me.
Of course, after he sees these pictures, I’m done for.
But baby? I couldn’t help myself.
in that professional picture for that office, like this song says:
the very thought of you
and I forget to do
The little ordinary things that everyone ought to do
…which explains the laundry and dishes and …
I think about you a lot.