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April 16, 2010

“There is no love; there are only proofs of love”

Filed under: Family, Personal — llcall @ 7:18 pm

Have I ever told you about Neal’s first “I love you” declaration?  I had dropped the L-word weeks before, but wasn’t expecting any reciprocation from him on account of the fact that we both thought we might be having something of a Spring fling before parting ways.  But one day he surprised me, and said, “I don’t really know what love is.  But if I love anyone, it would be you.”  Not exactly a bold “I love you,” but it was pretty endearing nonetheless.

Fast forward five years and although he’s given me a number of I love yous in the intervening time, he still insists that he doesn’t really know what love is.  So when I recently read this Pierre Reverdy quote, it seemed meant for my Neal.

Some proofs of his love:

Neal is the designated comforter.  Since I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve stayed up overnight with Addison, Neal has spent many an hour sweetly “shushing” in her ear.

He’s also the official nail cutter.  Her nails creep me out, remember?

Despite his bony shoulders, Addison loves a good nap on Daddy.  And Neal always obliges.

He also helps with her exercises so that she can keep up with her peers.  (She’s a multitasker to the core.  Sleeping and exercising, no problem!)

Even after a long day of work, Neal lets Addison just chill on him.

In fact, Neal does so much for our little Addison that sometimes she gets confused and thinks he is also supposed to feed her.

And he would, if noses worked that way.  (For the record, that incident wasn’t staged.  Neal leaned in a little too close and she was a little too hungry :).)

I meant to write a dedicatory post to Neal during most of the pregnancy.  There’s just no documentary evidence of all he did for me; you don’t usually take pictures of someone cleaning up vomit, or helping you get out of bed after abdominal surgery.

So happy 27th birthday to my Neal, who doesn’t know what love is but gives more genuine proofs of love than anyone I’ve ever known.



  1. Bravo! Well put, you girls are lucky! Happy Birthday Neal

    Comment by Jolene — April 16, 2010 @ 8:45 pm

  2. your little one is so cute! love all the pics of her and daddy too. sounds like she’s a good sleeper-hope that’s still the case.

    Comment by michelle — April 17, 2010 @ 2:29 am

  3. I love all the pics of Neal and baby. He’s such a CALL!!! It’s been fun reading about your adventures with the baby as I’ll be joining you soon and experiencing it for myself all over again. 🙂 Happy birthday Neal, the 16th was my birthday also!

    Comment by Liesl — April 17, 2010 @ 3:48 pm

  4. In Neal’s defense, as an undergraduate I wrote an honor’s thesis on family love. By the time I defended it, I still couldn’t define it, and that same day, my office had this Jack Handy quote up (one up every day) and I about lost it when I say it (laughing, of course!): “Whenever someone asks me to define love, I usually think for a minute, then I spin around and pin the guy’s arm behind his back. NOW who’s asking the questions?”

    Since then, I have come up with a “definition” I’m pretty comfortable with: Love is what you go through together. I think that works for any type of relationship (including our relationship with the Savior, based on what we let him help us through). Apparently, Neal is willing to go through a lot with and for you and Addison. Very touching pictures—the profile shot of him nuzzled with Addison is my fave. And happy birthday to him! I didn’t realize he and I are so close in age! (I’ll be 27 this fall.)

    Comment by Vickie Blanchard — April 17, 2010 @ 9:20 pm

  5. such a sweet post, lindsay. and some great photos, especially the multi-tasking one…too cute. happy belated to your man!

    Comment by Soo — April 18, 2010 @ 7:25 pm

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