It Really Is the Little Things That Count
So there I am standing in my kitchen washing the dishes ↩ and I as I am washing I get hit with a thought.
Since getting injured at work and losing the 100% use and strength in my arms I have broken a lot of glasses. My arm will just give out on me when I move in a certain way and well ya smash and there is a mess for me to clean up with gimped up arms.
It had gotten to the point where I pretty much had to wash a glass out after using it so I could pour myself something else to drink. There was no way I would be able to have people over and offer them even a glass of water.
Well I did have company come and visit me this last weekend and my partner ↩ ↩ really helped me out and showed me how much he really loves me.
Not only did he completely take over cleaning up my apartment on his vacation time, he went out shopping while I was at work and bought me glasses.
Now here is the way I see it and why this hit me so hard tonight.
He loves me and that is always obvious but he loves me so much that he takes care of the little things, like making sure I have glasses in the cupboard so I can pour a soda ↩ ↩ ↩ for my company.
That is love.
I cannot pass by the fact that he turned my apartment into an actual home and made it a comfortable, clean and cozy living space and with just a little imagination he totally focused on my passion for travel.
My TV stand is made out of old suitcases, my coffee table is a trunk and my bedroom looks like a luxurious hotel room — it is like he was in my head.
But the glasses are the exclamation. That little bit extra that really showed me how much he cares, his dedication and his love and what puts that smile on my face in the morning — even when I am in excruciating pain doing the exercises my physiotherapist makes me do!
I gotta say – I love the shortBus!
Here Are the Foot Notes...
- ↩ which is not an easy task for me right now, especially since my physiotherapist has been beating me up daily and has my shoulders taped up to pull them back where they should be — yes she is helping and yes this does feel better but leaning over a sink to wash dishes is hard↩
- ↩ ↩ affectionately known as shortBus↩
- ↩ ↩ ↩ that is for you Brad T↩
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It is the little things that your partner does for you that really indicates how much they love you. You are lucky to have ShortBus! And he is lucky to have you.
What is the story behind the nick name?? if you can tell…that is.
Yeah what’s the story behind the nickname “shortbus”. I just found your website and it seems very cool. I just started my blog. http://gayorstraightorwhat.blogspot,com if you want to check it out. It is the daily stories of a closet gay man who is clearly struggling with his self. Guess who that would be
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Hey boys thanks for the comments —
The shortBus has been aware of your queries and I am still working on encouraging him to put a post up as to how he got the name — if he does chicken out I won’t keep you waiting I will spill the beans yet I do think it would be better coming from him — really the story is fucking adorable….
Hey man. Thanks for the comments on my site. You are my biggest (and only) supporter
) That’s why I had to mention you in my post. We need to find a more convenient way to chat a little bit. This delayed reaction will wear us down with time 
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So turnipHed, which state are u at? I looked at ur about section but couldnt find any info.
I’m so sorry you’re not back to work yet. I can’t imagine how much that must play on your emotions, head space, and life. All of my best to you.
You’re STILL not back at work? Oh my gosh….I am so sorry. I don’t even know what to say……since my last comment on December 1…….. maybe migrate toward plastic glasses……
I continue good thoughts for a healthier new year.
Loving reading posts about boys in love. Happy you have someone to take care you. I’m lucky enough to have found the same thing. Good luck with the physio.