Friday, September 27, 2019

Certain Things Should Never Go Out Of Style. But, They Have.

Lisa has been hinting that she was craving cinnamon swirl bread. Yesterday, I made her a loaf. When she arrived home from work, I handed her a slice. Fresh out of the oven. With real butter. Still warm. Lisa exhaled. No words needed to be exchanged. I. Just. Knew.

Later on in the day, I posted a photo and a caption on one of my social media streams. It read, "My wife wanted a homemade loaf of cinnamon swirl bread. So, that's what happened today."

This morning, I received a message from someone on my social media streams asking if they could have the recipe. Toward the end of their brief message, they wrote...

"I hope your wife appreciates what you make and do for her. It's not often that you hear about someone requesting homemade bread and their spouse immediately fulfilling that request. It sounds like something from the '50s and '60s."

I did not take offense to their closing paragraph.

The person who sent the message is a lot younger than I am.

I can tell from their social media posts that they are reliant on the digital world to take care of most of their daily needs.

Gifts. Meals. Coffee. Shopping. Transportation.

I would not expect this person to understand the reasons behind making a homemade loaf of cinnamon swirl bread because Lisa wanted it.

Or the fact that I make her snacks for work lunches, a hot breakfast every morning, and a homecooked dinner that I serve every evening.

That's okay.

I no longer care what other people think about our lifestyle, choices, and embracing the fine art of homesteading.

What that boils down to is feeling the need to explain why. 

However, that does not mean I ignored this person's closing paragraph.

I sent this photo about an hour ago and accompanied it with the recipe and...

"Lisa appreciates everything I do for her and our family. I appreciate everything Lisa does for me and our family. It's called balance. Love. Respect. 

We take care of each other and our kids and home.

If she's craving a loaf of homemade cinnamon swirl bread, you can bet I'm going to make it for her. When she is exhausted from a 12+ hour workday, I will happily tell her to sit while I make her dinner plate. 

When she busts her ass doing yard work and small projects around our home on the weekend, I am more than happy to fuel her up with a hot breakfast and hearty lunch.

If I am running behind with work stuff, Lisa will jump right in to help out when she gets home from work. If I am sick, she provides my favorite soup and takes care of the housework. 

When Lisa notices that I am running low on my favorite Bath & Body Works, she will surprise me with a date night that includes a shopping spree to stock up.

That happened earlier this evening.

None of this should be labeled as replicating the lifestyle of decades ago.

Love. Respect. Appreciation. Honoring each other. Taking care of each other. Having each others backs. Working hard. Getting done what needs to be done on a daily basis.

That should never go out of style. 


I did not get a reply back.

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