Love is...

To my suprise I got a very serious, very polite email about that last post expressing deep concern that I count 'Honey, I'm going to get a vasectomy,' as the most wonderful thing Kirk had said. This person seemed to feel that either Kirk had never said 'I love you,' or that I was a sad, cold person who didn't understand real love.

I think it's important to state here and now that a man offering, unasked, unprompted, to get a vasectomy IS saying I love you.

A year after Kirk's surgery later we were invited to a 'happy vasectomy' party a friend's wife threw after their fourth child. It was difficult coming up with an appropriate gift, but Kirk and I collaborated on a tasteful heraldic crest. The shield was split - half carpeted with spermatazoa, the other half with a male symbol, or, with the arrow thing tied in a knot. The crest was a surgeon's mask, and a single gloved hand with a scalpel. I wish I could remember the appropriate latin tag we came up with... I have no doubt it occupies a prominent place in their house to this day.