He still kisses me.....without condition.

  --->   The definition of -unconditional- as described by Merriam-Webster :
1: not conditional or limited : absolute, unqualified <unconditional surrender> <unconditional love>

2: unconditioned 2

— un·con·di·tion·al·ly adverb

 

 

      I titled this post using a thought I had the other night as my husband gave me the kiss he always gives me before bed,  It's a dead on, warm lipped, squishy, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND ALWAYS WILL, first real heart felt kiss kind of kiss.    The kiss where you know that he knows that you know THAT he knows that you are the ONE.   :)  Yep I still get those.   So back to the thought that I "thunk,".   

 

  (((He still kisses me...)))   I thought.   After a day that he has had at work and all the griping I've done this evening.    This sweet man still bends over and kisses me.   If that won't shut you up ladies then you need more help than I can provide in an internet blog.    Any of you that has had the fortune of being acquanted with my husband knows that he is slow to anger and quick to forgive. 

 

     Often times I hear people commenting on different womens husbands', "He's a good man, works everyday, comes home, takes care of his family,".  They will say this because they see what's on the outside and beings as that is what us humans use to percieve danger or not-danger as it may be I can't hold that against them.   I won't get into idle gossip because that's a post of and in itself.

 

     I also used to hear ole timers say this as I was growing up.  "You never know what goes on behind closed doors."   And BOY-HOWDY if I didn't learn that lesson.   It's the gospel truth if it ever was told.   You can know somebody in and out,  know all their cousins, cut their mama's hair, wax their sisters mustache and groom their grandpa's dog but you don't truly TRULY know someone 'till you live with them.  This goes for husbands, sisters, friends, and even your own grown children...and shoot even your elderly parents for that matter.    Wake up with somebody everyday, see their unmentionables on the bathroom floor, and from time to time find their nail clippings on the couch arm then buddy "knowing" somebody takes on a whole new meaning.     You find out real quick like if they have a temper hotter than a dead opposum on the four lane in the middle of July or if they tend to let stuff slide. 

 

     I can sit and people watch all day and think I know my best friends husband and that he is of the utmost character but in actuality I do not know what goes on in their house, 'less they tell me and I am finding the older I get, the less I pry.    So, anyhow,  the point I would like to make is this, with my husband, what --you-- see, is what --I--get.  PTL (praise the lord).  I do have that good man with all the credentials quoted in the third paragraph, first sentence of this post.  INDEED I DO!   There isn't any Jekyll/Hyde scenario behind our closed doors.    So when looking in at our marriage in our rented tan house by the side of the road I push up my rose colored glasses with complete validation that the prescription on this particular set is indeed correct.  

 

    We have little squables,yes, but nothing ever serious.  In our close to 5 years, we've never once told each other to leave or threatened to leave each other and at the end of the day, "He still kisses me...."

 

         Perhaps you are wondering why I added the definition of word unconditional to the beginning of this post, perhaps you could give a rats hind end but nonetheless I must explain, you must endure yet another long winded paragraph(s) before it all gets wrapped up in cute albeit untimely manner. 

 

HERE GOES---

 

    Time and time again we hear of unconditional love.   Wait..wait...this one gets me for sure...."I care for (him/her), but I don't love (him/her),".   SIGH.  Let me say this, that in my world Loving and Caring for someone are one in the same.  And both should be done WITHOUT CONDITION or not fooled with at all.   There is no worse feeling, as a child, wife, friend, or human being for that matter, that someone can feel than to feel that the love you recieve needs to be earned, trust me, I've been all four, still hold the title to three and well let's just say "I can relate," and leave it at that.  This be no place for outing anyone on their meanness. :P     Having the feeling that if you screw up just one time or you don't have things in proper order than you will be less cared for, less loved.   

 

     We shouldn't have to hold our breaths' around the people who supposedly love and care so much for us.     Yet so many of us do just that,  we say things that are proper, we do things in such a way to insure that we keep the ones we love loving us,  we are led to believe that conditions have to be so-so for happiness to exist.     Love is not about conditions and it isn't about agreeing 100% percent all the time.       

    

    And from the moment I met my now husband I have felt his feelings for us and felt them unconditionally.  At 23 years old I finally quit holding my breath.  He gives, loves, and cares for us all without condition, without limits,  without rules or any particulars whether we are butt naked in the hospital bed looking excorcist-esque,  waking up at 2,4, and 6 am wanting a bottle or a "pack-pack" (pacifier) as it may be, or if two of us just so happen to come along by other means besides his own.   If we tell a joke that isn't too funny or politically correct, or if we (Levi) happend to ask for a bike for our birthday then never touch it again for weeks (most recent antic of discussion),none of those things are ever held against us---- We are his family completely and wholly.    

     

   No matter our finances, our health, or any trials and tribulations we may go through in our lives, I pray to God above that when we are old and gray sitting in infamous rocking chairs.......

 

 

He still kisses me.....without condition.