Love, defined by me (a mother, a wife)
February 10, 2008 by ulysiregar
When you finish an old carton of orange juice from the fridge, and open a new carton for your husband. Because the new one is always better, and you think your husband deserves better. Oh, yeah, that’s love. Pure love.
When you try to keep the room quiet for him, because he needs his napping after 60 hours working his ass off to pay the bills.
When you let him buy Michael Kors and Hugo Boss sport jackets (both are black) even though you’d been eyeing a pair of Elie Tahari heels. It’s only fair because you know his boss wears Prada (straight from the boutique), and he meets like 100 people at work. And you don’t need expensive heels to walk around the neighborhood with your daughter every afternoon or to meet other mommies, do you?
When your husband had dinner with his multi-millioner boss at a fancy restaurant in Chicago, he intentionally didn’t finish the steak. Because it was so good, he wanted to share the steak with his wife who was waiting for him in the hotel room with their baby.
When your husband wants pizza, he decides to go to Panda Express instead, because he knows you like Chinese food better, even the crappy ones.
When he passed the invitation for the Kingdom premiere (which was shot in Arizona), because he’d rather spend time in the couch watching Ugly Betty with you.
When your husband takes diaper duty on Sunday morning and plays with your daughter in her play room, because he wants you to have extra sleep.
In the first months of being a mother, your nipples are sore from breastfeeding, you almost give up, but then you think, "Breast milk is the best for her. Just suck it up!" As she grows older, you let her suck on your breast with her butt up in the air, she treats your nipples like they are her toys. You then realize, your beautiful chest is now history.
When you’re frustrated, you spank your daughter’s butt (not so hard though), even tell her "I’m done with you. You’re such a bad girl!" And you’re afraid she’d hate you. But she looks at you right in the eye, and says, "Mam-ma, mam-ma" How can you not love a little girl?
When you see your daughter sleep peacefully, you’re so touched and you say, "I’d die for you, my girl", you don’t just say it; you actually mean it.
Everyday when you tell your husband and your daughter, "I love you guys." You do love them, and surprisingly, more than you love yourself.
Happy Valentine’s Day, my friends. Love is not easy to find. When you find it, hold on to it.
Yeah, cinta emang kadang aneh yah Ly…suka membuat qta jadi aneh juga,hehehehe….
Terharu gw bacanya.
“Cinta” itu memang luar biasa ya Ul, kita bersedia melakukan apapun juga untuk mendapatkan dan menjaganya sampai akhir hayat kita. Gw doain elu sekeluarga selalu berbahagia. Amien.