For months now, My Love has been teasing and laying on the guilt trips THICK for not wanting to go for a motorcycle ride with him. Our older kids have turned on me and have become biker kids themselves. I just have no real desire to be outside the cage without a seatbelt and with a throttle happy Honey mounted in front. I've been a bit nervous about this potential happening ever since the bike came home.
For most men, including my husband, their love language is PHYSICAL TOUCH. I've known this about my husband since the "I do's." A few weeks ago, I had stumbled across this terribly addictive website called 'Zulily' and found myself some new
boots. Now to try to sell the deal to My Love…got it.
"Hey Love, new boots in exchange for a bike ride?"
So, this weekend, in the autumn afternoon, I strapped on a helmet, put my new, adorable boots on and held on for dear life! I have to say, I did look quite cute for a biker mama. My husband was in love with me and couldn't wipe the smile off his face for the 3 hours we ran errands. Yep. We took the round about way of getting to town without having to go on high speed busy roads to Costco, Starbucks and the grocery store. There may have been a moment or two where the fingernails dug in deep around My Love's waist, but otherwise he got me to and from safely.
All in all…without it getting out there…I really enjoyed myself! Nothing better than being forced to straddle My Honey in attempts from not getting road rash. I'm pretty sure he too would agree with me.
Love Language Number Six: Strap on a Helmet
About the Author
Stephanie is a stay-at-home mommy to four little blessings. Married for 16 years, Tim and Stephanie find new ways to enjoy intimate time together while raising the young family.