Oh, don’t be sad. My wife knows perfectly well that I think her beautiful, and that I appreciate her. The answer to your question - do I not think about it or do I think it not neccessary to send “I love you madly” e-mails - is, frankly, neither. My relationship with her is a hundred times more interesting than “I love you madly.” “I love you madly” would do no justice to it, would frankly minimize it. My point is that flowers and sappy e-mails are - as someone much more precise than I said upthread - just signifiers for love and admiration. They don’t mean anything.
Every (standard) day, I cook for my wife and daughter. I very seldom make macaroni and cheese and burgers; I enjoy finding ways to combine and elaborate on the foods and ingredients I know they love. It’s not big or showy, but when I make a new chicken dish combining four of my wife’s favorite ingredients? That’s love.
In the morning, if I am having trouble getting moving, my wife will make me a cup of tea without being asked or asking. Sometimes, if we have it, there’s Cool-Whip on it (yes, on tea, and don’t judge me!) That’s love.
When she has a concert, I go to her school and help set up, if I can, and help break down at the end. That’s love.
When we visit an unfamiliar city, she inevitably gets tickets to a baseball game, because one of my minor life goals is to see a game in every major league stadium in the country. She also knows that I have an interest in seeing the game from a lot of angles, and keeps track of where we’ve sat in the past so as to vary things up. That’s love.
When she has trouble with a co-worker, I listen, and try to help her deal with problem if that’s what she needs, or make a joke if that’s what she needs, or just provide a sympathetic ear if that’s what she needs. That’s love.
When I have trouble with a co-worker, she does the same. That’s love.
When we do a show together (I as a director, she as a musical director), I consider her statements to be absolute gospel, because I think she’s a brilliant and creative musician. I always incorporate her suggestions and she mine. That’s admiration.
If I like a TV show and she doesn’t, she’ll learn to like it, and vice versa. That’s love.
I entrust the care and teaching of my daughter, the best thing I’ve ever had in my life, to her, and she to me. That’s admiration.
To me, my marriage is about seeing the love and admiration coming out of every activity, no matter how ostensibly routine. Flowers and sappy e-mails are a waste of time when we could be casting for a show, discussing this evening’s appetizer menu, or sadly reviewing the too-short tenure of poor Jonathan from SURVIVOR. Those are the things that bring us joy, both of themselves and because we share them with one another. Those are things that will last. Sappy e-mails anyone can send to anyone. Only my wife would ever put Cool-Whip on my tea, in the morning, without asking, and that’s much better.