I discovered something yesterday. Not about boobs, but about love…
Love is when someone washes your stinky head.
It had been 5 days since a hair wash. It was time for a scrub and a condition, but Doc said no soaking in the tub just yet.
Covered in pizza dough (we make pizza from scratch at least twice a week) Man in Kentucky offered to give me sponge bath. Lucca was in the other room watching Cars. I blushed, feeling his eyes on me, and shot him one raised eyebrow.
I like where you are going with this, I wanted to say. But, the thought of being completely naked in front of him scared me. Chances are the bubbles would be bigger than my new breasts.
He saw my hesitation and offered to wash my greasy locks in the kitchen sink instead. A world less exciting for him but he didn’t show it. He smiled, cleaning out the big sink and wiping the counters clean of flour.
I sighed, looked at him adoringly and begged with my eyes “please don’t cringe,” as I took off my hoodie and scooted up onto the marble.
I covered my chest with my arms and leaned back.
He said, “You are beautiful,” and turned on the water.
I resisted giving him the whole burden of me at first, still self-conscious about laying underneath the harsh kitchen light without a shirt on. Silly thoughts like, could I trust him with the water temperature? what if he accidentally turns on the disposal? passed through my pain-med head. Then I felt the warmth of the water and his big tender man hands sweetly gathering my hair.
I relaxed into his arms and gave him all the weight I was holding back. When in my life I had ever felt so blissful without the aid of an orgasm, I can’t remember.
I closed my eyes and smiled. I imagined being 80 and doing this for him: washing his greasy head and caring for him as gently and earnestly as I could feel him caring for me now. In sickness and in health echoed in my brain. I could it, I could make that promise to him.
This is love: My stinky, dirty head in my Man’s hands, trusting him with all of me, lying absolutely vulnerable up on the kitchen counter, the smell of pizza in the oven.
Love beyond boobies, this is definitiely real.
Want to know how this amazing love came to be? Read the back-story:
Part 1: Introduction to Scandal
Filed under: Single Mom Love Story
That is a beautiful story, figuratively if not actually.
Being in love is a beautiful thing, and when two people join, and both just want the other to be happy, no matter what they have to do, is marvellous.
Nice things don’t have to come in nicely wrapped boxes, proficient use of the kitchen taps will more than do, won’t it?
My cup runneth over for you. :O)
I loved this so so so much : )
But the part about the garbage disposal takes the cake … took me by surprise and haven’t laughed out loud like that in awhile.
He sounds wonderful ; )
Morgan, I am so happy for you. I remember you back when you were 14, and physical beauty was never, ever a problem for you. Now, having the pleasure of knowing you again after all these years, it is apparent that your inner beauty, always a bright light, has grown immeasurably, enhancing every part of you, unwashed hair and bandages or not. Thank you for sharing this with us, and may you and your men create beautiful adventures wherever you go!
This entry is simply beautiful….
Wonderful moments of the love he has for you. Tis true… Tis true…
Hiya girl!
Beautiful post! It reads very much like it’s out of a great novel (says the college English teacher)! Wonderfully written!
And then of course there’s the emotional content. Beautiful as well.
Have you started the cloning work yet? Of course by the time my R-clone would be of datable age I’d be at least 55-60, but that would be ok. I could do the Demi-Ashton thing.
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Beautiful post…
In my new relationship, my definition of real love changed to include grimy things too.
I have missed you, my beautiful friend!
I’ve spent the last hour catching up on everything in your world. Congratulations on SO many fronts. 2009 is indeed going to be a glittery, happy, glowing year for you!
Now, stay in touch! *lol*
Aw! That is such a touchingly beautiful post.
Thank you for sharing your fear and your love with us Morgan.
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