Thursday, May 04, 2006

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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

The impression I get from your posts is a family (and marriage) full of love, warmth, laughter, respect, kindness, and compassion.

I'm going to guess that all of the above are what make the disappearance of your husband Kirk so much more painful for all of you.