Posts Tagged "love"

Our love language

Posted by Michelle on Sep 20, 2010 in Conversations, Gaming, Life, Media, Pop Culture | 1 comment

Every couple has their own “love language”. Some couples get each other gifts — flowers and jewelry for her, and (… uh, what DO women buy men?…) for him — to show their affection. Other couples leave sweet little notes or text messages to let their partner know they’re thinking about them.

The Hubs ™ and I have our own love language, spoken thusly. Over IM. Because it’s easier that way.

The Hubs ™: So…

Me: ??

The Hubs ™: Want me to suffer through FFXIV for you?

Final Fantasy XIV Online logo

This, folks, is what passes for romance in our household.  The Hubs ™ being ever willing to slog through (yet another) MMO that he knows I am interested even though he has no interest in it whatsoever. Our love language is him rolling up characters and slogging through what we not-so-affectionately term as  “level stupid” where you’re a newbie in the game, with no skills, armor or money, trying to find the best way to level and build up our characters, all during the release week server crunch.

All this so he can help power level my character so I don’t have to slog through level stupid for nearly as long as he had to <3

I love our crazy gamer geek love. I really do.

Heart so full…

Posted by Michelle on Oct 27, 2008 in Parenting | 0 comments

Today isn’t any particularly special day.

Nothing of any considerable note happened.

Yet today, while doing nothing in particular, I felt my heart almost break when I realized how much I love my daughter and husband. They are my world, my everything. I was whole before they came into my life but with them, I am complete.

I mused to The Hubster ™ as we drifted off to sleep last night that you don’t know true fear until you find someone to love. Whether that person is your Other ™ and/or your child(ren), it is in the same moment when you realize how deeply you love them that you also realize exactly how much you can fear anything bad happening to them.

The Little Empress snuggled next to me as I did the laundry earlier, pressing her little face against my arm as she does when she’s tired, craving the warmth and security of Mommy so that she could sleep. And in that moment, I truly realized what it was to be her mother. Though I’ve always been her mother, the gravity of it all just hit me like a ton of bricks. I just held her and rocked her like I did when she was just a wee thing, kissing her brow and whispering the quiet one-sided conversation of a mother to her sleeping babe, quiet songs of love that may or may not have any words that could be understood by anyone else. And I wished so much for time to stop or at least slow down to let me capture this moment, this ordinary Monday night when I held my drowsy baby in my arms and felt like my heart would overflow with love.