other bloggers inspire me

i always feel kind of sneaky and vaguely guilty when i read the blog of someone i know.

now rationally, i’m fully aware that if a person doesn’t want their thoughts to be public knowledge, they wouldn’t post them to the world wide web. at least, if they’re savvy enough to have their own website, they ought to know that is rule number one. but for some reason, i feel as if i’m snooping. or reading their diary.

the diary that they left open on the middle of the table in starbucks.

at any rate, a post on my friend yvonne’s blog has inspired me to write this:

eight ways that i know my husband loves me.

1. he takes care of me when i do something stupid to injure myself (taping a broken toe, washing a detached fingernail, bandaging cuts, catching me when i pass out).
2. he sings silly lyrics to songs, and laughs when i come up with a good one.
3. he lets me sleep as late as i want on the weekends.
4. he sends me sweet little text messages on my phone.
5. when his phone died and he lost all his information, he was more upset about losing our text messages back and forth than all his phone numbers and calendar data.
6. he tells me stories about the characters and images he sees in my paintings.
7. he encourages me in all of my five hundred different creative pursuits.
8. he hasn’t written a song about me.