Spoiled Rotten

It’s not just the material things or tangibles; Mr. P spoils me with his love and kindness.

I look at him and see a man who would without a second thought throw himself in front of a speeding train for me; whose pride at my achievements (no matter how insignificant or even non-existent to me) rival that of my family’s (that’s what family do, be proud of who we are); whose adoration is in his every conversation; whose care and concern purely for my wellbeing is unmatched (other than by my family of course – see above).

We are not the most romantic couple in the world but in our own little way, we make a successful partnership and are evidently very much in love.

For this birthday, I am very pleasantly surprise by his thoughtfulness especially when I wasn’t expecting anything else since I’ve already received the Sanya trip, the Eat Right service and those red hot RVs.

My working class pragmatism (that will forever plague me) had me worrying that he has spent unnecessarily. I would very much have him save the money for our future property (see I am not that materialistic after all). In addition to all that jazz, I now have 14 personal training sessions (in support of my weight loss plans) and 6 individual golf lessons.

I cannot fully articulate what this man means to me and how much love I have for him. I must have done something right somewhere to be deserving of a man who would hold my hand if I stumble and catch me if I fall over and over again. And the best thing is, I fall more in love with him every day.