It was one of those days. I’ve made lots of mistakes this week, a student shared something with me that made me hurt for her, and I’m in such desperate need of a haircut that I spent much of the day pushing my hair out of my eyes. I was feeling incompetent and unlikable. It wasn’t a bad day as much as it was a blah day. I needed to feel loved.
As my husband and I settled in to bed tonight, he wrapped his arms around me and said, “I couldn’t love you more . . . ”
My heart melted. I’ve always known Big Guy loves me, but he isn’t usually so poetic. Even as my heart was soaring at these romantic words, my mind was asking, “Huh?”
I’ve always known that what made me fall in love with him years ago was that he made me laugh. I have a tendency to be serious, sensitive, and weepy. (See first paragraph of this post as evidence.) He has always been able to make me laugh when I’ve needed to. But I wasn’t about to complain about these romantic words of love that I needed today.
“I couldn’t love you more,” he said, “if you were wrapped in bacon.” He was completely serious. Anyone with a passing acquaintance with my husband knows that he loves bacon. He even posts pictures of bacon on Facebook.
Holding me against his heart, he was still making me laugh, even as I know how heartfelt those words were for him.
“I couldn’t love you more if you were wrapped in bacon.”
Deeper words of love were never spoken.