Not very many people in my leather/kink world have met my wife Katherine. She really is just an amazing human being. The people who have had the good fortune to get to know her are in agreement that she must be cloned as soon as technology allows.
There is a ridiculously sappy backstory to our relationship…including a few Jerry Springer type moments. Through eight years we’ve gathered a tale or two. One of her many awesome habits/traits/stroke of amazing for me is her hospitality. She is a half-breed, southern and Italian, so she comes by it honest. She genuinely enjoys taking care of people and does the sweetest things just because she wants to.
Today was a fairly typical coming back from a long weekend kind of day. Right up until I left work. A trip to pick up a prescription had me furious by the time I left. I had promised my BFF that I’d swing by after work to help her with some computer issues. Getting to her place was an adventure since the main thoroughfare to her sub-division was closed so they can widen the rode. The detour took me to parts of Charlotte I hadn’t seen before.
There were cows.
After spending more time than anticipated there (I always do) I hop in the car and head home. I call to let my lovely wife know that I am on my way and start yammering about my drug store adventure and my cell phone starts beeping at me that it has a low battery. I tell her I have to run and why and that I will see her soon.
I get home and just start vomiting words about my day. While I’m venting she hands me a shot and a drink that she had waiting in the fridge for me. Best way to shut me up ever! Well at least for as long as it takes for me to do the shot.
I am stripping down in the kitchen at this point and I realize dinner is made and waiting for me. Knowing me the way she does, she knew to go ahead and eat. I head down the hall and the bathroom looks like this:
She had run me a bubble bath (w/ olive oil as well), lit candles, put speakers in the bathroom for my mp3 player and put my dinosaurs on the tub for me! I thanked her, gave her a kiss, shut the door and sank into my bath. The dinosaurs were just the right company. They make me happy because they spit…and drown!
I finally climbed out of the tub when I realized I had to remind myself several times not to pee in the lovely warm water. By the time I finished drying off and blowing out the candles, I had a completely different attitude. I went in and kissed my wife good night and thanked her again. I readily, honestly admit that I am a very spoiled boi, but I do not take it for granted.
If I never believed that anyone else on this planet loved me, I know for certain that she does.
