We say I love you a lot around this house. Most times it's a spur-of-the-moment thing; one of us walks up to the other to give a spontaneous embrace and punctuates it with an I love you. Sometimes it's accompanied by a you're-such-a-goofball look and said with an implied anyway at the end of it. And always said at the end of the day as one of us heads to bed. Who are we kidding...I'm always the last to crawl between the sheets.
I can't ever remember hearing Mother and Daddy say those three little words to one another although I know that they did. That's sad on many levels as I believe it's important for children and grandchildren to hear their parental role models professing their love for one another. Some of it is generational, I'm sure, and in that case, I'm glad I'm part of a generation that is a little more open with emotions. I like being told I'm loved.
And since I'm told that often, I don't need proof in any other form. If I did, however, I got it tonight. My favorite guy not only grilled me a delightful (and healthy) dinner but right after it, he took me shopping. And it was all his idea. We came home with this:
Nothing says romance quite like a new chain saw. And because he really, really loves me, he bought me a new hand saw too.
Now it may seem like I'm being sarcastic about this romantic gesture but I'm not. In fact, I'm thrilled. You see, I spent the entire day outside today trimming trees. Well, technically I didn't start until 10:30am. I was waiting for it to get above 50 degrees, thanks to the latest round of chilly air to hit us. You northerners need not to be so generous with your frigid weather. No, really.
I was tackling the live oak trees in the backyard which were overdue for a good haircut. Somehow that just didn't happen last year so there's plenty of cutting to be done, including some bigger limbs. We have a big gasoline chain saw but I shy away from it. It's heavy for starters and I don't much like it. I'll use it in a pinch, like when we're inundated with downed limbs after a hurricane but only to cut up ones on the ground. If I'm cutting limbs off of the tree, I prefer the little electric chain saw. It's more my size and doesn't scare me quite as much. I have a healthy respect for anything that whirls around and cuts. Tree limbs are OK; my limbs...not so much.
So I was trying to lop off a pretty fair sized limb with the electric chain saw and it just wasn't cutting it, literally and figuratively. I'd saw and saw and saw, a few flecks of wood shavings would fly, and very little progress would be made in separating the limb from the tree. I told Wayne at one point that I thought I could get more done by hand with the pole saw. Given the size of that limb though, it was going to take all weekend.
Enter my knight in shining armor. We'll go to Home Depot after dinner and look at new saws, he offered. My very fatigued arms and shoulders said thank you even before my mouth did. And we did, coming home with not one but two new tools for tree trimming. I have the feeling they'll go through those unwanted branches like a warm knife through butter. Well, maybe not quite that easily but they're bound to be a big improvement over what I used today.
A chain saw might not be everyone's idea of a romantic gesture but it suits me just fine. When your partner sees what you need and sets about to get it for you, that says I love you in my book. If you're looking for me tomorrow, I'll be putting my new tools to work.