Too Much Information! (Sorry)

It is purely coincidence that the last blog I wrote was entitled “Always the Butt of Jokes.” Today’s blog could have also had “Butt” in the title, however, I decided against it.

I will never have to doubt that my wife loves me. She has always proven that on a daily basis. This week, she proved it once again, speaking all of the infamous 5 Love Languages! Let me explain.

It has been 5 years and it is once again time for that dreaded colonoscopy. If you have never had one, rejoice! Yes, it is completely necessary, but the prep and all that leads up to it is a special kind of torture/hell.

Since we live over an hour away from where the procedure is happening, I certainly did not want to be stuck in a car in traffic with the possibility of having to go and having nowhere to go! We decided to stay somewhere close to where we needed to be.

By doing so, my wife took care of those five Love Languages:

• First, “Words of Affirmation,” by saying that she would gladly stay with me during the prep and calling me “baby.” Ok, maybe she called me “a big baby,” but I can’t remember.
• She took care of Love Language “Physical Touch,” by holding my hand as she did the above.
• “Acts of Service,” was taken care of by getting us a hotel room to stay in the night before the procedure.
• “Quality Time,” will happen on the drive down to the hotel and while we stay at the hotel, although there may be frequent bathroom breaks.
• Finally, “Gifts,” will be that we are taking extra soft toilet paper with us to the hotel.

I love my wife, dearly. I know she loves me because she told me that she would only “get a hotel room for a night for someone to poop in” because she loved them (i.e. ME!)