Him

I'm thinking about this man tonight. About how much I love him. And admire him. And respect him. About how proud I am of him. About how I should really tell him these things more often. I adore him. I love the way he tackles a project and sticks with it until its done. I love the way he takes care of me and sticks with me through the rough times. I love how he allows me to indulge in Irish Nachos with him and how he drinks protein shakes and works out to make up for it afterward. I love his beautiful eyes - not quite gray and not quite blue, just breathtakingly beautiful. I love the way his palm fits into the small of my back when he hugs me. The touch of his hand. His five o'clock shadow caressing my cheek when he kisses my neck. I love the certainty of knowing that he loves me when I look in his eyes. The strength and integrity he shows. His desire to be a good man that people will respect. I adore him and how he adores my daughter. I love the sound of the back door opening when he comes to visit. I love being his. I love him.