There are many different types and feelings of love. The way you love your dog, your best friend, your sister, your brother, your mother, your child, your partner. They are all different types of love. Today in this post I am talking about the way you love your partner and more specifically my husband.  Some associate love with romance – bringing home flowers for her, taking her out to an extravagant dinner and springing for the $40 bottle of wine just to seal the romantic deal. I do think all of those things spell out romance but there are different things that spell out L.O.V.E. for me personally, and roses and expensive wine have zilch to do with it.

(I promise this paragraph will have to do with love) Road Rage, Now I don’t consider myself with full blown “Road Rage”. I get really irritated with stupidity in drivers and utter disregard for the other people’s safety they have to share the road with. That being said, I am not afraid, what-so-ever to use my horn. It used to embarrass my husband when I did it for some reason but that’s what it’s there for right? So if you do something stupid in front of me chances are I’m going to beep at you about it.

Now with all that being said I can get to the rest of this story. I had to take my husband to pick up his car on sunday afternoon from being worked on and then we had some errands to run so we just decided to meet at Target in our two separate cars and do our shopping.  Well we were leaving and I was driving down the road getting ready to get in the left lane so I can turn and a lady in a suburban comes flying out of Kinko’s parking lot and pulls out in front of me (to which I put the breaks on and blast my horn at her).  She then proceeds to SCREAM at me out of her window (like I had done something wrong.) I was like a millisecond away from losing it on this _____.  But, I had my precious little nugget in the car with me so I didn’t get too psycho on her like she deserved. I just yelled out that I clearly had the right of way. Well, this is when My husband realized what was going on and comes from being the car behind me and drives up in the lane next to me , approximately a foot away from the stupid _______ suburban and screams at her to “Get the eff out of here ” and some other stuff that we won’t say on here. She then looked scared as hell all of a sudden and sped out of their like a bat out of hell.  She then proceeded to drive seriously unsafe for the mile she was in front of us. I was  hoping this psycho didn’t have children in her car.

Him coming to Milo and my defense in a percolating road rage situation is LOVE to me. Like seriously, especially cause my husband is very non-confrontational.  It meant a lot to me.

Other things he does that make me love him are: Always changing Milo’s crap filled diapers on the weekend. Letting me sleep in an extra hour on the weekends. Laundry. And bathing and grooming our dog. I seriously appreciate the above things immensely.

So I guess what I am saying is just because someone doesn’t bring you flowers weekly, or take you to expensive dinners all the time doesn’t mean that their love for you is lacking.  They may show their love to you in different ways, and try to think about that the next time your super irritating friend gushes on Facebook all about her amazing husband cause he just got her the biggest bouquet of roses she’s ever seen. He may treat her like shit, make her do all the laundry, never change a diaper, and never come to her defense when she’s about to get in a street fight in the middle of Douglas rd. because a stupid biznatch in a suburban wants to be a road rage induced freak!!!!!

That’s my kind of love.