The cute little pink ribbons trailed down the pig tails as she walked with her arm wrapped tight in his. Her head resting on his shoulder, such a cute couple. It was easy to see he was her support and guiding her as they went. The noise around made their conversation impossible to hear as they talked. As they disappeared around the corner I smiled, it had been some times since I so engaged my own lady. A twinge of guilt for not showing my own lass such tenderness swept over me.
Picking up some of her favorite things at the store I held that image in my head and let my mind think about those times I was walking with my lady holding my hand. Our laughing and chatter as the world around us disappeared and didn’t matter any longer. Walks in the light rain, passionate kisses as we didn’t need to say a word to know what the other was thinking. It really hadn’t been so long since our last conversation with real depth and feeling, all relationships change and evolve. I thought about the two lovers and wondered if I had been blinded and didn’t see a change happening.
Our dynamics is different from the norm, anyone that knows us knows that. She works and makes the big bucks as I stay home and take care of things on the home front. That being said I am the dominant one and she is my beloved submissive. Work grinds her down, originally sixteen hour shifts four or five days a week, now fortunately twelve hours shifts three or four days a week. School and kid events take their required chunk of energy and time. Differing of opinions in house décor and where things go cause some slight tension, the man cave style living room with the mossy oak and rock furniture clash with her more feminine tastes. Pets demand our time as the cats and dog each look for being with us as they feel they require, which sometimes is more than either of us want to give when we have other things going on. It is typical life in any household with a single working spouse, just reverse the traditional gender roles with who is working.
I think to those times of us walking hand in hand and the couple I just saw, I thought those tender times would be an almost daily thing. Where have I become blinded to the opportunities to make it like that, to show her how much I adore and appreciate her, to make sure she knows she is the most important and cherished person in my life? I want to recapture that, the innocent tender essence of the feel of that first kiss, I just need to open my eyes to opportunities as they present themselves and act upon them.
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