A husband and a father should be the Christ and the priest of his own household. A wife and a mother should be the Holy Spirit and the wise woman of her own household.
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A Woman wants a Friend for a Mate; a Man wants a Mate who is a Friend. Figure this out and your marriage will flourish.
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When and where men and women willing sacrifice for the good of the other Love increases and grows great.
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If more people would let God impregnate their hearts then surely far fewer would abort their own offspring. Or their own souls.
from On Man and Woman
Since the kids were gone today the wife and I did some of our Fall Cleaning (inside the house) and also cleared some land this morning, the remains of which I’ll haul off later with the tractor.
Then we gave each other showers. Which was good. Woman scrubbed me so hard and so well that I kinda feel like I’m sparkling now. Literally sparkling.
Now that’s the way you do it.
What it looks like when your wife wakes you up late at night to have sex. Not that I’m not amenable, cause I am (a guy will always trade away sleep for sex), it’s just that she can’t get expect to jump start me like a push mower engine. I’m not fuel injected either though, I still have a carburetor.
You gotta prime me a little.
I’m middle aged now and you gotta crank the propeller when I’m just waking up and still dead cold. Lol!
My wife woke up sick with a cold.
So I let her sleep late, did my morning work, did my morning PT and hike, came back and ate my lunch, made her some soup, woke her up and had her eat it.
Then to entertain her as she ate I did an impromptu dance and made up a rap song, ad hoc, just for her. Ladies and gentlemen I give you my latest foray into the rap genre market:
EAT MY SOUP
Eat my soup and you’ll get real bettah
Eat my soup and you’ll get real wettah,
CAUSE YA GOTTA GET WETTAH IF YOU WANNA GET BETTAH!!!
(You see proper hydration is extremely important in recuperating from illnesses and injuries.)
Anyway, she laughed…
So early this morning my wife gets up to go to the bathroom. When she comes back to the bedroom she acts like she’s going to get dressed rather than get back under the covers.
So I pulled the sheets back and told her, “Woman, get your big black butt back in this bed. It’s cold and I wanna cuddle!”
She punched me in the stomach (like my daughter often does) and said, “That’s rude!”
Well, I don’t like being called rude. So I told her, “Well, I was gonna make you eggs and grits with real honey butter for breakfast, but just for that I’m gonna use margarine instead! Because two can play at this game missy”
Nah, I’m just kidding. I used real honey butter anyway. You gotta keep your woman satisfied. Lol!