And how love overcomes. Sometimes, I say stupid things. I use sometimes here in a very strict manner. After all, it's probably less "sometimes" and more "every time I open my mouth". We won't go there...or we will. Working Man occasionally says something silly...but not very often. Darn him.
Anyway, we'll start with just one of mine.
Working Man: "After all, I know when we're old, you'll appreciate a 25 year old man's body but you won't act on it."
Me: "I doubt that."
Working Man: "So you will act on it?"
Me: *Back-peddles*
And now for his...
Working Man: "Love doesn't care what you look like, especially ours."
Me: "Are you saying I'm ugly?"
WM: *Back-peddles*
So you see, we all stick our feet in our mouths from time to time. Love is knowing what your spouse *probably* meant to say (after all, when do we REALLY know what our spouse is trying to say? When have men ever understood women, or women understood men? I digress...) and ignoring that what they meant is not what they said...or vice versa. Works either way.
Love is falling in the hole from time to time, digging it deeper with our feet moving so fast to back-peddle and our spouses giving us a hand, and not a shovel.
Thank you Working Man, for understanding that I really don't know how to speak but that I do know how to think appropriately. And I hope that I really am able to think out what you MEANT to say in your statement...like you know what I meant in mine...right? Right?
ILY
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