Joyce And Bob



I can still picture them clearly.  She was petite, short blonde hair, glasses.  He was about my height, bald. Both of them with wrinkles and other signs of age.  Both of them always wearing a smile.  

The always looked at each other like the other person was the most captivating person in the room.  He wore an "I love Joyce" button on his sports jacket.  She wore and "I love Bob" button on her dress.  I don't ever remember seeing them without their buttons.  They went everywhere together.

We ran into them a few times around our little town, and I remember one time distinctly.  Our family was out for pizza, and they came into the restaurant.  We said hello and chatted for a couple minutes, and then they went to sit in the corner booth, and we continued on with our meal.  But I glanced over at them and saw them holding hands across the table.  And Bob was singing to Joyce in the middle of Pizza Hut.

One thing that stands out to me now as I think back over it was how Joyce treated Bob.  When he sat across from her, singing her a love song in a public place, she didn't act embarrassed.  She just looked at him with a smile on her face, and listened while he showed her how much he loved her by singing her a song.  She recognized what he was doing - he was showing her his heart.  And she showed him how much she appreciated it by just listening.

Not all men are going to show their love by wearing buttons or serenading their wives in restaurants.  But usually they'll have little ways they show you they love you.

Derek will sometimes give me an over-the-top compliment or brag on me in front of our family or friends.  Sometimes he'll empty the dishwasher and try to wash out the sink just the way I like, among many other things.  But sometimes I find myself brushing off the compliments, or noticing how he forgot to empty the drain trap in the sink, instead of taking these little efforts for what they are - his way of trying to show me that he loves me, and he's thinking about me.

I don't want to brush off the little acts of love.  When he compliments me, I want to smile and grab his hand, or give him a kiss on the cheek.  When he takes time to clean out the sink, I want to notice, sneakily clean out the drain trap, and thank him for doing a great job.  I want to remember to let him know that I notice, that I know what he's doing, and that it means the world to me.

Just like Joyce did for Bob.
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Tiffany said...

oh my gosh. They sound like they were the sweetest couple. Everyone deserves a little it of that. :-)

Michelle said...

: ) Good post.

Lauren said...

thank you for posting this. I've been slapped in the face recently with the ridiculous expectations I have for our marriage and for Nick specifically--I need to focus on those little things, and look at Nick from God's perspective, as someone who's trying in the only way he knows how to love me!

A said...

Ah, this is wonderful. Such a good reminder! I often take things for granted, though I will say I've gotten so much better (about appreciating, accepting, acknowledging, and returning the love my husband shows me) over this past year.

Meghan said...

That's so true! I'm very quick to brush off compliments from Dustin and this made me rethink that. Thanks for the encouragement!

HickChickBritt said...

aww how sweet. What a good thing to think about. It is so easy to brush off acts of love especially when they are not spoken in our "love language" haha. Sometimes we don't even recognize them for what they are.Thank you for making me think!

Erica Layne | Let Why Lead said...

I love this post! It really stuck me how easy it for me to brush off the compliments or notice how an act of service wasn't done quite as I would do it. Thanks for nudging me to remember to appreciate him!

Kerrie Williams said...

this is really good. My husband will want to slow dance with me in public places without music and most of the time I find it both charming and embarrassing. But mostly embarrassing :/

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