An Anonymous commenter (who was that anyway?) said today that he/she hopes my next man cherishes me.
Cherish is a good word.
Cherish is a word that I have hardly considered although I think it was in my wedding vows. OOPS. I probably should have given that some thought. Maybe I have never expected to be cherished.
Does anyone expect to be cherished anymore? It seems like a lost word, much less a lost art.
Love is defined as profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.
while the definition of
Cherish is to treat with affection and tenderness, to hold dear.
I believe that I have been loved. I don’t know if I have ever been cherished.
Possibly my first boyfriend cherished me. He made me feel safe and like I was worth gold.
Is that being cherished? Unfortunately, I was but a child.
I sure don’t feel today as if I have been held dear. Stanley surely never made me feel like I was ‘held dear’. He made me feel exhausted and unheard and like I was brain dead. Oh! He also made me feel like a parrot because I had one recurring line, “are you OK?” And he made me feel exhausted because I was constantly taking care of his lazy ass.
I don’t like him worth a shit, just in case any of you were wondering. I like him even less than I did. He is on tonight and before I got my stuff together to leave I heard him ask Jumping Bean to get him a beer.
He said he was just kidding after I said, “DON’T YOU DARE”.
I have my shovel outside the door just in case it takes more than a few licks with my purse.
My children cherish me. I was very upset about the repeat of the water heater disaster and broke down several times over the weekend. Unfortunately they were witnesses to this although I tried hard for them not to see me. They were concerned and hugged me often and tried so hard to make me feel better.
They hold me dear.
If I ever say wedding vows again, the word ‘Cherish’ will be included. And I will think about that word before I say it. And it will mean everything to me.