let you in on some of my random thoughts and feelings about him, about us, and
just some of how he is…
So where do I start? That first, I am in love with my husband. I love him. I truly do. And it has nothing to do with the familiarity sometimes sets in over the years. He’s the strong silent type - physically, emotionally, and character and that’s so sexy to
me. And I know he loves me, adores me without question. All of me. COMPLETELY. I
don't have to hide who I am or dim my own light. He kisses my boo-boos. He believes… no, he knows I can do anything. He thinks I’m pretty damn hot. I think he is FOINE. We flirt with each other…. A LOT.
I am his queen and he is my king. He is my biggest fan and loudest cheerleader. My personal bodyguard and protector. I don’t ever have to worry. He knows that I
trust him to lead our family because he knows I have his back in the most fiercest of ways. We trust each other with our lives.
|Musee D'Orsay Paris 2008|
I love it when he sees me struggling to make it
up the stairs. He comes behind me and whisks me up in his arms, quietly,
gently. Yes, he’s sexy to me, still after 23 years. And I am to him. Don’t get me started about the lovemaking…. Yeah, still. Even after 23 years. “Dayum!”‘Nuff
I love the way he looks at me when he thinks I
don’t see him. I love how hard he works for us. Though not the best communicator, he’s tender and loving. He
loves our daughter in the way a dad should - active, engaged, and concerned. He combs her hair almost better than I can, and I love the way he looks at and
watches her. He loves to laugh, sometimes too much, and always looks for the bright side no matter how pitch black it actually is. I love that he tempers me
like chocolate and helps me get and stay balanced, sometimes with just a glance my way. A patient student, he allows me my mistakes while I figure out how to show him how to love me. He really does listen, even though he ignores most of what I say. He does not suffers fools, believes in femininity yet loves a strong woman. Has no problem donning an apron or hand washing my bras.
|In first class on an Air France flight 2011|
I love it when he works in the yard, or on the cars. I love his arms. His shoulders. His legs. I love cuttin his hair with clippers or shaving him with a straight razor and cream. I love his 3 o'clock shadow. I love when he gets in
someone’s ass for being disrespectful. That bass in his voice.... yes.
We’ve been through it these last several years with my health. I mean things that would rip most marriages apart, but yet we are only stronger; we love and
appreciate each other more and more. He can be amazing.
Again, he is not perfect. I am not perfect. However, we are truly perfect together (most of the time, lol!!).