Those Little Things That Speak Big Volumes of Love

I've determined that my husband Ted has a foot fetish. Okay, maybe "fetish" isn't the right word. Perhaps "preoccupation" or "fixation" better applies here.

When I mentioned this to him the other day, he looked confused.

Foot? Fetish? Huh? Yep, his expression said it all.

That is, until I explained. Suddenly this confused look of his was replaced with one of understanding. You see, I reminded him how often matters of feet make him feel loved.

Take, for example, the matching of his freshly washed socks. In our twelve plus years of marriage, this is one action that he’s consistently responded to with an enthusiastic "You love me!"

But that's not all.

As quirky as it may be, Ted likes me to touch his foot with my foot in the morning before I get out of bed. To him it's a nonverbal reminder that "We're good. There isn't anything strained between us." It helps him start the day freshly reminded that I love him.

And, if I really want my hot-footed husband to remember that he holds my heart, I grab a bottle of lotion and rub it on his feet while we Netflix binge watch in the evenings. Nothing like a foot massage to communicate to Ted that I'm still glad that I’m his wife.

What about your husband or wife?

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