The Sweetest Treat

Those little moments… tucked in between life’s chaotic demands, work calls, the laundry buzzer, and the dog barking, there’s a pause of timeless serenity… and for me, that moment lies just beyond a thin layer of pretty tinfoil…

I’ve begun to notice that every time my man comes around a bend and finds me enjoying a decadent, little sweet treat, he looks at me and pauses. Warmly smiles. Chuckles a little. Then softly shakes his head as he continues on his way. Finally, I asked him, “Why do you look at me and laugh when you see me snacking?” His response was even sweeter than the chocolate…

“Because if you’re eating something, I know you’re probably in a good mood. Happy. Just enjoying yourself. I love seeing you smile. When you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I’m not sure which melted faster— the truffle in my mouth or the years of bad memories from relationships that never noticed me. Exes that never paid attention to which things brought me joy or sadness. Never cared if I was smiling or crying. Didn’t acknowledge my wants, needs, or sheer existence. But this relationship is different…

I am seen. I am heard. I am valued. But he doesn’t just notice me, he moves when I move. My joy moves his heart to happiness. My tears move his arms to hold me. My problems move his mind to create solutions. My wants and needs move his thoughts to actions.

A man like this isn’t just “being sweet” sometimes— he is the sugar that makes a woman’s entire world sweet, no matter what the situation is. He’s the sunshine on rainy days. The support when no one else is there. The positivity in the hopelessness. The laughter in the mundane… A man like this can make life’s broccoli moments taste like chocolate cake, and that is the sweetest treat a woman could ever have!

Dedicated to my Tony. I love you, honey! <3

By Michelle Jean