Ode to the Kween
Some Men, they long to be "free"
That's them, but that's not "me"
"Me", is what she want me to be
"as you are", she says makes her happy
Her love, comes to me absolutely
Trust, support, her lock and her key
Words, can't describe how I love thee..
I'm not writing this because you need to read it. I'm writing it because I need to tell it. It isn't for you, or for her. It's for me. To put into words these truths. Well, that, and there is some cool Coffee ideas at the bottom..
I really have to marvel at the Gurl. Over the last 25 years, I have tested the patience of Job. I have pulled off things that my friends just shake their head at, and say, man, I WISH I could. Never anything harmful to a relationship, but things that drive other wives crazy nonetheless. I do nothing without fully immersing myself. With passion is the only way I know how to roll. And I am never without something new and different to demand my time, my attention, our resources.
Christmas is when I really have to take stock of the amazing support and trust she has in me.
Wine, a major passion, she is SO supportive of. I've been collecting since before "us". I amassed a collection that would rival that of many Hollywood stars or business magnates. Never a word said of the cost, the time spent studying, collecting, traveling to find the rarities that define an epic cellar. And she is there every step of the way, supporting me, encouraging me, enjoying the hobby with me. When I was in the deepest throes, she would find the most amazing presents.. The best crystal stemware and decanters, the most definitive books to study, the coolest gadgets to enhance my enjoyment. And she would always be SO interested in hearing what I had learned, and what I thought..
Fishing. When we first moved onto a lake, I decided to become a good fisherman. She would patiently grab a book, hop into the driver seat of the paddle boat, and paddle me as silently as she could around the lake for hours,reading while I stood on the back of that paddle boat and fished. Now doods, you KNOW. THAT is a keeper!
Hunting. She loves venison. It takes HOURS to properly clean it and prepare it. Cooking venison is an art, MUCH harder than beef. She mastered it to bring everything out of the meat that can be. She knows I hate killing a deer, but the meat is the healthiest I can provide my family, and she makes it taste so divine. She'll pack me a lunch to take into the woods. To get an idea of how her mind works, I open it up and it is things like fruits, nuts, Granola bars, trail mix... Nothing that would alarm a deer, only things that they would consider a natural (and delicious) smell. Who does that? Who thinks like that? I just shake my head in wonder.
I've had a zillion hobbies, and I keep almost all of them, so the list just grows. Birthdays, Christmas, Anniversaries. Every gift is SO well thought out and creative, to support me in my hobbies and interests. To help me learn more about what I am curious about. To find ways to make the time I spend doing all these things more enjoyable. The hobbies that she has the slightest interests in herself, she jumps right in with me.
She has gone to some very cold, tall mountains in blistering cold to ski with me. Jumped into freezing cold lakes to help me prepare for the summer boating season, and then again to help tear it all down. Prepared the house for weekend long stays for strangers from around the USA and Cooked gourmet multi-course meals for large groups of wine lovers to host amazing wine dinners. And enjoyed being the guest of other strangers in far away places to participate in similar events elsewhere.
And in all this, when she can't go, or lacks interest, she doesn't begrudge me my adventures. She supports and encourages me, and does her all to help me fulfill my desires. Motorcycles don't really interest her, but she fully encouraged me when I bought my first. And didn't blink an eye when I bought my most recent, even though I already HAD a nice one. She understands they are for different purposes. That's just plain cool.
She's not into clothes, she's not into jewelry, she doesn't want to drive a fancy car. Really, she is quite selfless. Her passions are teaching kids Drama, studying the Bible, and being an amazing chef. Her skills are an unbelievable attention to detail, and being a fabulous wife and mother. And that's not even mentioning skillful gardener, seamstress, home maker, skier.. all things that bring me even more happiness and joy in life.
Vaping? Yes, she quit with me. She suffered through all the trials of juices, hardware, etc. with me until we found what worked best for us. It was my idea. She got 100% behind it. I could tell she was nowhere as "in to it" as I was, but she knew it was where I wanted to go, and she climbed aboard to be with me.
What brings all this on? Well, this Christmas, it's coffee. My friend DCFluegel got me into yet another new hobby, well a couple really, but the Mrs. is focusing on Coffee, since DIY is something she knows I will put more effort into than her, so she will stand aside and let me figure that out. But the Christmas presents I got were amazing. Almost like she is reading this forum for ideas.
A half dozen Prepara Evak jars for my roasted beans. COOL little devices to keep air out. Stick on chalkboard labels, and a skinny multicolored chalk pen with refills. A little battery operated Bedrocker pencil frother for light duty, and a big 500ml Secura electric frother for heavier duty. A cold press machine to make that job easier, cleaner and more satisfying.
She'll never read this. Well, maybe if something happens to me someone will point it out to her. She would smile, and think "What an azzo, why wouldn't he tell me this himself" Not my way. She knows deep down what I think. And it wouldn't make a difference anyway. She doesn't do what she does, for thanks or praise. She does it, because it is who she is. All she really seems to want, is that random hug or kiss when she least expects it. That tells her everything.