I have been married for 7 years. It has been a beautiful journey with lots of love and silly fights. My husband doesn’t show his love through words but his actions. There are many incidents where I feel he loves me more than I realize.
A few days after our marriage, we were roaming in the busy roads, enjoying street food. Suddenly I felt a lot of pain in my toes because of the newly worn toe ring. It was pretty tight and I was not able to walk. I told my husband, instantly he kneeled down before me in the busy roads with an insane crowd, took my feet in his hands and gently pulled off my toe ring! I know this might sound silly to the readers but at that moment I felt his immense love and respect for me. He has always cared for me whenever I experience even the slightest discomfort.
Another incident that I always remember is during my pregnancy. I had severe nausea and vomiting at that time. I was not able to eat anything and was depressed. We were now living in Canada. I somehow hacked a great plan of flying to the city my uncle (Mom’s Brother) lived and stay with them for some days so that I can eat my Aunt’s food rather than eating my husbands not so yummy food. I now feel how childishly I behaved then.
It was in the afternoon I came up with this brilliant idea, I called him up, pestered him to book the flight tickets for the evening. He told let’s think about it and then decide but my pregnant mind was not in the mood to listen to this free man. So he right away booked a $400 ticket! And by 11 PM, I was at my uncle’s place. They received me well. I had great food and was provided a bedroom. There I was sleeping in a lonely bedroom, oh god “I missed him” will be an understatement. It was a Wednesday night when I went there. I hardly slept.
Though my uncle’s family pampered me there, my heart was with him. I missed him very badly. Again my pregnant brain ordered him to come to my place right away. At that time his project was flexible, so I asked him to work from my uncle’s house. We were living on a tight budget then, so we ended up deciding him to drive to my place instead of flying!
It’s a 13-hour long drive. He started at 8 PM on a Friday night and drove continuously in dark, by taking only an hour break in-between and reached my place by 11 AM. Even though it was only two days seeing him, I felt as if it was a year seeing him. I hugged him as soon as I saw him. I can never forget that moment.
He is a person, who doesn’t like to stay in other houses for more than an hour. But I made him stay there for a week! It was indeed inconvenient for us and for them as well. I would never do that again. Being sick and living in somebody else’s home is not a great idea. I realized it big time.
Anyways we then drive back home a week later. It was the best drive of my life. 13 hours, no it took 16 hours of drive this time. It is the most beautiful memories of those days.
He has put up with me every time, just because I asked him. He could have bluntly denied and stayed home happily but he took the pain of driving for 13 hours and stayed beside me. He is a very practical guy but at that time he played with all my whims and fancies.
Whenever we fight, I remember these incidents and feel blessed to have him by my side no matter what, I am truly grateful.
