| Story ID: | 7078 |
| Written by: | Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Musings, Essays and Such |
| Location: | Caldwell Idaho USA |
| Year: | 2011 |
| Person: | Me |
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| Story ID: | 7078 |
| Written by: | Michael Timothy Smith (bio, link, contact, other stories) |
| Story type: | Musings, Essays and Such |
| Location: | Caldwell Idaho USA |
| Year: | 2011 |
| Person: | Me |
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“I love you!” I smile at Ginny. “Love you more!” She laughs. It’s Saturday, her day to love me more. “I love you too. Remember, tomorrow is ‘my’ day.” Our days are always filled with loving words and actions. We hold hands. We laugh. If one of us does something to annoy the other or if we see the other doing something silly, like using a metal utensil in a nonstick pan, we don’t berate each other. We make a joke of it. “If you can use that fork to scratch your back, you can do the same to the pan.” Ginny will say with a grin. “But the pan was itchy!” I reply. We laugh, but I get her point and switch to a plastic or wooden fork or spoon. If Ginny had said, “Mike! What the heck are you doing using a metal utensil on that nonstick pan? You’re going to scratch the surface. Don’t be such a fool! Get a wooden spoon, you moron! Look what you did! This pan is useless now!” My reply might be. “Well, I’m cooking, not you. If you want to cook, then do it yourself. I don’t need someone telling me how to cook!” We have the beginning of an argument. Couples squabble over the silliest things. Most times, it is unnecessary. It’s all in the delivery and your choice of words. I write stories and send them out to my readers. In return, I receive a lot of comments on what I wrote. Sometimes, there are only a few comments. Other times, I’ll spend a day responding to the emails. It is on those days, I know I said the right thing. I say to Ginny, “I love you!” I know what I will hear in return. I say to Ginny, “This room is a mess. Look at the dust! Don’t you think you should clean once in a while?” I know quite well what the response will be, and it will probably hurt. If I say, “Hun, our room’s a mess. How about we pick a day this week and tidy up? Together, we’ll get it cleaned in no time.” Her response will be much more favorable and less painful. The quality of the response gauges the quality of your words. Michael T. Smith |