The title is one of my college roommate's favorite phrases for describing women he found attractive. He also liked to say, "I wouldn't kick her out of bed for eating crackers!" High praise indeed.
This week's Trifecta Writing Challenge got me thinking about my wife. Here are 333 words:
She is a powerhouse to the rest of the world, a force of
nature, a focused and driven accomplisher of feats. She is that to me as well,
but she gives to me more than she gives everyone else. To me alone she reveals
parts of herself that she protects from the world. She walks in straight
lines, and quickly, but I have come along on the slow meanderings, just us,
alone. That is part of my love. I am elevated.
This, too, is part of my love, though I cannot make it sound
the way it feels in my heart when I become lost in her: the inexpressible ache,
the inexorable yearning to wrap her around me, to be thoroughly immersed in her
as if she were the earth, the sea, the sky. I want to be so completely inside
her that I disappear and she is everything. It is not destruction; it is
transformation.
It’s a silly idea of course; I tower above her. I could wrap
her up more thoroughly than she could me, at least by all appearances. She’s
just a little thing, though certainly voluptuous. Upon meeting her for the
first time, the word “ample” might rise to the minds of some, but both her body
and her being are more than that. Such a small word, with suggestions of “enough”
or even “a bit more than enough,” or “adequate,” “ample” is itself not adequate
to describe her.
There are moments when her soft curves become the whole
world.
When my son has come to me frustrated and baffled by the incomprehensible
machinations of the neighborhood girls, I’ve told him that girls and women are special
and magical and it is the role of boys and men to respect them, to honor them.
He was dubious, but it’s a message I’ll repeat. I could add “worship” to that list, too, but
he’s not ready to hear that. He will learn it in his own time, if he’s lucky.
11 comments:
Yes. I love when I feel what a writer writes and this was it. By the end I was smiling and nodding my head. "Yes" I said out loud at the end, "Yes."
hmm. like this. At 49 I would like to still think I might be "special" and "magical." good post.
Oh, I hope your wife has read this. It is a stunning expression of love and, yes, wonderful worship. I love what you've told your son and hope he gets to feel the depth of what you have when the time is right for him.
This is a lovely, heartfelt piece of writing. I would say the two of you are very lucky to have found each other. Nicely done.
What an outstanding complement to your wife and an incredible testiment to your relationship. This was an amazing piece.
What an incredible love letter.
Lovely. I can't imagine having a letter like that written about me. Your wife is lucky indeed. Sounds like you both are. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks, y'all. Chicks dig "heartfelt."
There's a scene right at the beginning of Gaiman's American Gods (and the trifextra challenge got me thinking about this in conjunction with what you say above) where a woman eats a man while they're having sex. He seems pretty happy about it.
There's a scene right at the beginning of Gaiman's American Gods (and the trifextra challenge got me thinking about this in conjunction with what you say above) where a woman eats a man while they're having sex. He seems pretty happy about it.
That's funny. I just read American Gods. I hadn't thought about it in this context, but I suppose it must've influenced me. That was one strange book.
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