Love On Fire

“You know, dimples are a form of birth defect,” a boyfriend once told me.

I had been smiling at the time, the deep dimple on my right cheek obvious. I punched him. Most people find that form of “birth defect” cute.

It was also then that I realized for the first time that there’s a vulnerability that comes with opening your heart to a person. Letting them in means showing your imperfections and hoping that somehow they won’t matter. Often I think we’d settle for the imperfections being overlooked, but there’s this part of us, deep down that hopes that somehow the right person will love us not despite our imperfections, but that those things that mar the surface are actually part of our charm.

I’m lucky to have found a man who finds my flaws to be beautiful. He knows I cry at stupid sappy stuff on TV. When it happens he turns his head, looks down at me like he’s the one who lucked out, kisses the top of my head and says “I love you.” When a song I hate comes on the radio he counts in his head to see how long it will take me to change the station, then laughs. He’ll even mispronounce words on purpose just so I’ll correct him…LOL!

The one and only time I set off the fire alarms to our house happened this year. I had been baking a cake for my family and misread the tin instructions, filling it with double the amount of batter it was able to handle. The cake overflowed in the oven causing smoke to billow out everywhere. Our fire alarms are connected to our home security system. In my panic, I accidentally sent the security service to voice mail instead of answering and letting them know it was a fire alarm, prompting a visit by the fire department. My normally unflappable self had disappeared amidst the stress.

At first he tried to tease me into a better mood, but quickly realized it wasn’t going to work this time. Knowing the fire department was on their way, he sent me out to the driveway to handle them. He started airing out the house, calming the dogs while I stood outside and told the fire department that it was an accident and everything was under control. Once the smoke cleared (literally) he tried again to calm me down. Knowing I was frustrated and angry at my mistake, and that I had church early in the morning he sent me off to bed. He re-did the cake for me while I slept.

When someone can love you like that, allowing yourself to be vulnerable to them is easy. I’m lucky. I know it. But I also know I’m not the only lucky one. I’d love to hear some stories centered around flaws…maybe things you’ve found sweet or things that have been done for you to help you feel better… What can I say? Everyone loves a lover…

I think this song best illustrates how sweet that kind of love can be…

 

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27 thoughts on “Love On Fire

  1. Maryanne says:

    Aww, your guy sounds terrific! My husband is like that too so I always love to hear stories from other people who have amazing love. I’m really having a hard time this week with my career and have been since the Hurricane Sandy. But my husband is so supportive of me and has been picking up the slack in regard to bills and such. He totally believes in me and that is comforting that I can share my fears with him and he’ll assure me everything is going to be alright. He’s the first person I ever felt totally comfortable around. I can’t sing and have no rhythm (and he’s a musician) yet he loves when I sing to him and my cute little dances.

    I’m so happy for you and I’d love to hear more stories! The dimple sounds cute and your ex sounds like a jerk!

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Thanks. The ex was a jerk. He thought he was being funny/charming. I think my punch hurt more than his comment did, LOL!
      I’m so glad you have a husband who knows what it means to truly be supportive. I also think it’s adorable that he loves when you sing to him, especially since it’s not your forte. 🙂

  2. Sheri de Gromm says:

    Our true love is sustainable at the point it becomes unconditional. I know there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my husband and the same goes for the way he cares for me. It’s the accumulation of the touches, the smiles, the ways we treat each other on ordinary days that allow us to know they’ll have our back when everyone else believes we’re burning down the house!

  3. Audrey says:

    Oh, I love this post! There really is something amazing about loving someone wholly and completely, including those idiosyncrasies. I remember dating a guy a while back that would look at me like I’d lost my mind now and then when I’d awkwardly dance around the kitchen like a loon. J gets in there and dances with me. It’s freeing to be yourself, with all those silly little things you do, and knowing you’re loved because of them. Sounds like you’re hubby is a prince among men! 🙂

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Aww! I love that. Hubby does silly, goofy dances for me, too….just because he can & he knows it makes me smile. He sings (wayyyy off key, too) because he knows I think he’s cute when he does it. Glad you’ve got yourself a keeper, too. 🙂

  4. L.J. Kentowski says:

    Awww…he’s a sweetie! To be honest, there are so many little things my hubby does for me that they almost override any big things he’s done. Just this morning he went and snowblowed everything and took my keys with him to warm up my car for me. When I have tough days at work, he’ll take on my normal chores at home so I can relax without question. It’s amazing how those little things help every day.

    • Kitt Crescendo says:

      Marriage is a partnership, right? It’s important that we take care of each other. When he’s feeling weak, I’m strong. When I am, he’s strong. I’m lucky he’s not a man that just pays lip service to that belief. 🙂

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