Gratitude day 4--Tom

When you rub Tom's head first thing in the morning, he says, "Woof, woof." He's a dog and loves to be petted. I'm Dutch and for me petting is annoying. Still, I try to remember that Tom needs touches and hugs and kisses and compliments. I rub his head in the mornings and before he goes to sleep. Woof woof.

A few weeks ago, he was saying "I love you" every five minutes. Finally, I said, "Stop it. Stop telling me you love me."

"But I love you so much."

"No, it's a compulsive thing, and it's annoying." He thinks about this for several hours and when we are together in the kitchen, says, "I'm quite fond of you."

"You're very fond of me," I say.

"No, not that much," he says.

He adapts quickly. I like that about him.

If you mention a need for ice cream or a chocolate buttercream cake, he will go out and get it. 

We both want to win at Parcheesi, which we play every day to the death. Who ever wins two out of three games is the champion of the day.

He loves movies, especially war movies. He cries in dog movies, because the dog always dies in the end.  Our building just began allowing pets. He shops for dogs nearly every night.

He watches plane crashes on YouTube.

He likes painting on his Ipad.

He likes to be read to, and I like reading to him.

We like the same music.

He can be cranky. I can be cranky. We allow this in each other.

We've heard each other's stories a jillion times. Sometimes we ride in the car and begin telling them all over again.

He thinks our finding each other is a miracle. I'm thinking he may be right.