My dad had a favorite Christmas song called “The Real Meaning of Christmas.” It went:
Oh the real meaning of Christmas is the giving of love every day
Oh the real meaning of Christmas is to give as the Master did say
So when you’re giving your presents, don’t forget as you give them away
That the real meaning of Christmas is the giving of love every day.
Jeanette seems to have figured this out on her own. There’s nothing she can gift-wrap that means more to me than the love of Valentine she already shares with me every day. It’s not only what she says and does but what she refrains from saying and doing when I’m not my best. When I blow it, I get down on myself. Not Jeanette. She doesn’t hold a grudge and she doesn’t pile on. Jeanette believes in me – or at least is kind enough to convey she does – and overlooks my faults. That may not sound all that silky sexy but it’s incredibly beautiful and deeply, powerfully touching and meaningful.
Don’t get me wrong. One doesn’t exclude the other, at least in my marriage! On the contrary, our moments of private intimacy and romance are so much more intimate and romantic because I know this girl sees me better than I see myself. I am totally safe and loved by someone who knows that dark side of me and yet refuses to recognize anything but the good.
I don’t know if that’s what cupid had in mind but it’s mighty sweet and wonderfully sexy!