We have a "deal" Randy & I. He loves to cook, I don't. I love to have a clean, pretty kitchen. He just needs it to be useful. Workable. Organized. And, in his words "functional". So we decided when we retired, to take on these roles. He cooks, I clean. And, so far, it's working great.
So, what does that have to do with sounds, and why is it about love ? Well, hearing someone working in the kitchen, cleaning after a good meal, reminds me of when I was a little girl and hearing either my mother or my sisters rinsing dishes with the water running, hearing the dishes clang together being put in the drying rack and usually, hearing my sisters talking and laughing. It was soothing to me. I was too young to know why at the time, and I don't think I ever even thought about it, however, now I know that was security. That was home. That was my safe place. I do wonder now why my brother was not invited to this "hen party, but that's another post for another time.
So today when Randy made a yummy Chinese Chicken Salad, a great recipe from Kathy, I was ready to do the kitchen "in a bit" because I was having a lot of pain that I had mentioned to him when he asked how I was feeling earlier in the day, when I heard the familiar sound of rinsing dishes and the clanging of plates. I even thought I was smelling the bubbly dish soap.
Don't know why I didn't check right then, guess I was caught up in the memory. A while later Blueberry needed to go out and as I entered the kitchen, I see Randy has cleaned the counters, filled the dishwasher and the dishwasher was happily doing what I would normally do. Not a word from him, not asking if I had noticed. It was so thoughtful and kind, I just smiled and told him "thank you".
That's where the love comes in. After 46 years, he still tries to make my day better. And he did. What wonderful memories he brought up for me !
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