As I type this, it’s the day before Valentines day.
You’re reading this the day after Valentines day.
Some of you just lost your breakfast reading that because you forgot to bless and pamper your significant other. I’ll tell you how to rectify that momentarily. I make this holiday of love easy on the mate I’m cleaved to. He always asks me, “What would my bride like for Valentines day?”
For the first three years of our marriage – he went to a jewelry store. Each of those three years he handed me the beautifully bagged gift. Inside the bag on year one was a silver, heart – shaped locket with the words, “Jodi Rae, Be mine” etched into the silver on the back. That first year I was so beyond touched. Then year two came along. He came home with a small gift bag again with the same store logo on it. In utter anticipation – I opened the box to find the exact same silver, heart-shaped locket. I didn’t have the heart to tell him he got me the exact same one the year before. Besides – my love language isn’t receiving gifts.
If anyone wants to give me a gift that affects me – do acts of service. Give me tacos or ammunition for my firearms. This is love to me. So we made it to year three. Valentines day came, he arrived home carrying the now very familiar little gift bag from the same store as the previous years. It didn’t cross my mind that it could happen again.
It happened again. I’m now the owner of three of the exact same silver, heart-shaped lockets each time sold to that husband of mine by the same salesperson. She’s been made aware and laughed unabashed at her mistake. She helps a bunch of mates each year. She simply forgot. I opened the bag with the box on year three. He noticed my look of whatever my face was attempting to communicate.
“What’s wrong,” I hate when I have to point out things that are meant as beautiful gifts. I had to quickly figure out how to remain grateful at the same time – stopping the insanity. I opted to visually let him in on my rapidly contorting face.
“Wait here, I’ll be right back.” I sprinted upstairs to the chest that holds my precious jewels. I grabbed the previous two lockets in their boxes, ran down to the table where the new and third one sat. I opened all the boxes in front of him. His eyes got huge as he asked why I hadn’t told him? We had a lovers laugh fest.
Now he ravishes me with bullets, tacos and chocolate. This is love to me. But showing love doesn’t need to involve material gifts and flowers that wilt. A single kiss is all it takes. Think about it.
A kiss has the powerful ability to stop speech that if spoken could be damaging. If you haven’t kissed your significant other in a bit-brush and floss your teeth. Mouthwash is an added liquid of love! Now go to the store and purchase a lemon to practice your pucker. Suck the lemon and watch your lips in a mirror. Mimic that to her or him!
Kissing does far more for your brain and heart than you realize!
The world, in my humble opinion, has kidnapped our innate abilities to ravish each other in raucous romance! Kissing has an even more profound pull to perpetuate other powerful pleasures, too!
So put this newspaper down and go practice your pucker! Girls like kisses. Roses die. Kisses reproduce! It doesn’t need to be Valentines day for you to pucker up and pleasure each other with pure passion.
Do it daily! Take note of how your relationship soars simply because you made the time to kiss. I’m going to wear my three, silver, heart-shaped lockets, eat tacos with him and go target practicing. Then I’ll pucker with my beloved. He’s mine and alive now. When the day comes when either of us passes to the eternal place of love – I pray we clearly remember each other’s lips. Because, that would be enough.
Love, oh, love!
The Blonde on the Prairie is a lover of ND. She is an author and motivational speaker, owner of “Monkey Balls” food truck and Joyologist to the elderly, the disabled and, now, also to children wherever she is needed.
