It's weird for me to tend to him as intimately as I want to. It feels so strange to want to make him thrilled. Not just happy, but thrilled. It's not something he demands, though he discusses his preferences for things and discreetly offers up a nudge in different directions sometimes. How subtle he is intrigues me.
But more bewildering is how intensely eager I am to ensure he's thrilled. I always want everything to be perfect for him. I adore watching him relish my love and attendance. And he does notice and he does relish it. He sees it in the details. I do this in all things. In bed. At home. When we travel. With his child. With our business. On and on.
For example, I'm a chef and I cook his favorite foods, mostly organic and often in ways that are more intricately prepared than even fine restaurants offer. Some meals are prepared for his delectable joy to provide extra nutrients and protein because he works out and body builds. I know these things are important to him so our tacos have beans and organic diced tomatoes added to the lean taco meat mixture now. I pay attention and I always look for ways to improve things. Sometimes he takes pictures of these meals and asks questions about things I've done.
He notices that there are multiple layers of details in everything I do for him. He notices that I made a homemade relish which incorporated many ingredients just to stir into the ham salad because the recipe called for relish. He remembers that I baked that ham on the bone and meticulously cut and served it. He comes into our kitchen and he always offers some assistance. He always does what I ask, and usually paid attention to how I did that task in the past because I am very detailed oriented. So he wants to do it "right" like I prefer.
I love that he notices and is gently appreciative because it lets me hide the intimacy of what I'm doing a little bit. It gives me a reprieve that it's a casually accepted gesture of love to tend to the details like I do. Because I know he knows that it makes me feel vulnerable and over exposed to be THIS excited to please him. I know he understands that it's not just cooking or perpetually organizing his closet or resolving business issues that I'm doing. It's an intimate gesture of an abandoned selfless love. It's an exposure of the shift in my life's focus. So for me, it's strange that someone can see the evidence of how deeply I love them, how intimately I'll give them their fondest heart's desire if it's in my ability to do so. And if it's not, then I'm inclined to learn to be able. How can someone like me be so vulnerable? So unrestrained in my love? It's frightening and magnificent at the same time.
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