My Love Song
I can be an intimidating person to be married to. Just ask my husband.
I put a lot of effort into the gifts I bestow on others, which can cause panic when those others cannot concoct a thoughtful way to reciprocate. I have witnessed Jason squirming for this very reason. However, on our anniversary this year he had no reason to dread.
My favorite poem is T.S. Eliot’s The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. For our anniversary, Jason read this poem to me. Each verse had an associated gift. They were all tagged with fancy handwritten versions of the poignant words they referenced.
This wasn’t the first time Jason jotted The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock in its entirety for me. He presented it bit by bit via handwritten scrolls the day he purposed. So this anniversary gift was a nod to that proposal.
Nice job Jason! It’s hard to keep up with a woman that sews a Han Solo costume or creates a whole scrapbook of lost childhood photos as just part of her spouse’s Christmas presents. Nicely done indeed.
On a side note, Jason moves the toy cat that was among his Eliot offerings around nearly every day, creating different feline motifs. I must say, it’s quite hilarious and Jason-ish.