Well, I guess it was inevitable that this day would come.
For close on ten years, our worlds have revolved around each other. She is the world to me and I am the world to her. Soul mates. The love of each other’s lives and we would tell each other every single day…
“I love you more than ANYTHING.”
And that still holds true.
The birth of our beautiful son only helps to cement those feelings even further…
Buckling our little man into his car seat this morning for a quick Mummy/Bubba visit with Granny, his beaming smile…uh…“beaming” back at us, we kissed and embraced in the garage, our usual fond farewells. My love squeezed me tight and whispered lovingly in my ear…
“I love you more than ANYTHING…except him“.
THE CROWD ROARS!! — As she knocks it out of the ball park!
I LOVE YOU…a bit less than everything.
We laughed hysterically.
(But somewhere on a tiny island in my heart…Jeff Probst snubbed my torch out).
Way to make me feel Number Two.
And with a cocked eye-brow and a cheeky wink, she smiles…
“I can’t be disingenuous with you. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same way, that he’s the most important thing in your life?”
And while my mouth said, “No”, my heart said…
She’s right. The only difference is…I would never actually say that. I prefer to keep my feelings…in writing…on the internet…for all of prosperity…or until the server goes down in the great Skynet Battle against the machines sometime in the distant future.
The fact remains, the scales of balance are tipping in his favour. Tipping? Who am I kidding? The scale has already tipped so far in his direction, it’s doing cartwheels down the hill.
And as I process this further, to say to each other “I love you…a bit less than everything”…from his perspective, means…
“I love you…a little more than nothing”.
And THAT, is so far from the truth…you need the Hubble Space Telescope to see it.