Munkyback
I gave Gillian a munkyback earlier, as I desperately searched for a way to make her smile. We were taking a walk after receiving bad news from work, and my beautiful lady was becoming quieter and quieter.
Munkyback = Piggyback.
I want to be a supportive partner, ready with the right tissue, the right amount of silence, and the right words of comfort to her. I want to be able to share her feelings, and cheer her up when enough wallowing has been done.
Honestly speaking, we both suck at this. When you get so close to a person that you give them that 'real' face, it makes holding back insensitivity/confusion harder. But we're trying. Trying to be top shelf, never-discounted comforters to one another.
As she settled into the small of my back, I heard her sniff, and felt her body shake with tears. Her small arms tightened around my neck, as I resolutely put one foot in front of the other.
She forced me to put her down after a while, when she felt my hands begin to tire, and my steps become more leaden. It always amazes me how she knows exactly when I'm tiring, when I'm hiding a yawn, or when I'm waiting for her to kiss me.
I didn't want to put her down. I want to carry her and comfort her until she feels on top of the moon. I want to one day be able to sweep her up in my arms, and carry her across the room like all the romantic wedding movies portray. But I'm not strong enough, yet.
I'll become stronger for you Gillian. I promise.
-Jacqueline.
Munkyback = Piggyback.
I want to be a supportive partner, ready with the right tissue, the right amount of silence, and the right words of comfort to her. I want to be able to share her feelings, and cheer her up when enough wallowing has been done.
Honestly speaking, we both suck at this. When you get so close to a person that you give them that 'real' face, it makes holding back insensitivity/confusion harder. But we're trying. Trying to be top shelf, never-discounted comforters to one another.
As she settled into the small of my back, I heard her sniff, and felt her body shake with tears. Her small arms tightened around my neck, as I resolutely put one foot in front of the other.
She forced me to put her down after a while, when she felt my hands begin to tire, and my steps become more leaden. It always amazes me how she knows exactly when I'm tiring, when I'm hiding a yawn, or when I'm waiting for her to kiss me.
I didn't want to put her down. I want to carry her and comfort her until she feels on top of the moon. I want to one day be able to sweep her up in my arms, and carry her across the room like all the romantic wedding movies portray. But I'm not strong enough, yet.
I'll become stronger for you Gillian. I promise.
-Jacqueline.
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