Little and Big Things

When we get in the car, Ahmed rolls the windows down to get some air circulating. As we begin to drive off, he rolls my window up at precisely the right time - just before the wind starts to mess up my hair.

He is the only man to feed me from his hand, and makes sure I have more than plenty to eat.

He stays on top of my Pepsi Max supply and orders it before I'm out.

He touches my shoulder in public to let me know he remains connected to me at all times.

He understands me when I can't find the words to express what I really mean.

He lets me sleep as long as I want.

He leads me yet I am a full partner.

He drinks American coffee with me to share an experience, even though I know he thinks it's disgusting.

He shares his hopes and dreams, and they always involve me.

Our shared faith and belief in the Almighty strengthens and inspires us to do more and be more.

He washes the dishes.

He doesn't tolerate my politeness. Ahmed wants to know my true feelings about everything.

He communicates with me verbally, with his eyes and body language, and it is always clear.

He cooks a full, delicious breakfast for me every morning.

He appreciates my curves and loves my muscles.

When I receive flowers from Ahmed, it really means something to me.

He heals and erases all my past hurts and promises to keep me safe, loved and whole.


This, and a million more little and big things.