Friday, September 23, 2011

I do not see the dirty socks.


































Dirty socks in pairs draped over leather boot tops
are not a bother.
They are a sign of life.
They are evidence of a man who comes home.
Who understands me:
a mom who needs a break
a wife who needs a cry
a girl who needs a laugh
a friend who needs a hug.
A man who understands kids who need to wrestle with their dad. 
All at the same time.
A man - living and breathing, an every-day hero
who puts chains on tires in the snow
takes on the compost toilet maintenance
carries in the groceries
hauls trash to the dump
keeps the fire lit in winter
and takes us to the lake hot and dusty in the summer.

Socks beside the green recliner mean
there is a man with feet up, eyes shut resting there
confident he can relax in his own home after a day full of
meetings
emails
spreadsheets
phone calls
research
numbers crunching
putting out fires
reinventing the wheel
or
felling trees
stacking logs
bucking up firewood
pounding rebar
pouring cement
building a porch
a closet
a crib
a bunk bed
a shed.
Moving dirt with a shovel
moving it with a tractor
moving mountains.
He needs his rest.  He earns it.

Big smelly socks laying neatly in pairs on the floor
mean something the casual observer wouldn't know;
the pair of feet which those socks protect
and warm
and cushion
hold up a man
who carries the weight of the world
and holds the heart of his beloved.
When I see them there.  Or here.  Or here and there
I know he doesn't wish to add to my dirty laundry
protest when I pick them up
grimaces when I do
smiles when I tell him I don't mind.
I know he intends to wear them another time before sending them to the wash
even if he never does.

Dirty socks on the floor are nothing romantic
unless you can see beyond what the eye presents
to what those large gray woolen things mean.
They are signs of life.
They are evidence of a man who comes home
to me
he comes home.

And has comfortable feet :-)


*Written for my man.  That man who comes home to me,
in honor and celebration of our 14th anniversary this week.
I am so grateful to be picking up YOUR socks!  I love you.



    

5 comments:

Pam... said...

Analene. Happy anniversary. I have to tell you a secret. Men love it when you talk about socks. Errr...or is it s$x? Always confuse the two!

Courtney said...

Beautiful, Analene, and so very true!
Love you friend :)
Pam, you made me giggle for the second time today :)

Cinnamon said...

Pam~ that's funny!

Analene~ What a treasure your husband has in you! Bless you dear friend and I hope you have a wonderful Anniversary dinner, moment, evening, day, LIFE!

~Cinnamon

JOHN said...

Happy Anniversary Analene !!! Hope you have had a wonderful day ! Your post is beautifully written and so heartfelt as always....you're true inspiration to me :)
Marie

Tiffany said...

Wonderful. Just wonderful. I wish there were more people like you and your husband out there, you are a very lucky couple. Happy anniversary, I hope many many more for you!