How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love that you do laundry. willingly!
I love the way you sleep with your arms all tucked up.
I love the way your blue eyes look into my hazel ones.
You willingly do
your share more than a person should.
I love the way you laugh when someone starts laughing at something you say.
You are incredibly quick witted. It is fun to see you have a response before the person is even finished speaking.
Flowers are appreciated and every couple of weeks a new bouquet graces our counter, without me buying them.
You turn on the heater on my side of the bed well before I climb into it.
You think about ways to make my life better/easier.
You really listen to all of my rambling. I say my hands are cold and a new pair of gloves show up, for example.
You set up a spreadsheet or type computer things for me whenever I ask or you offer BEFORE I ask.
You make dinner every.single.night.
You don’t complain about my long hours, the work I do when I get home or me reliving my day.
You fill up the gas in my car when you get in and see it is lower than full.
You get me a Culver’s hot fudge sundae, because I need one every once in awhile.
You listen to my wild dreams and figure out ways to make them come true.
You love our children.
You love our grandchildren.
You look for ways to help people.
You listen to our older kids talk about their work day.
You video chat with our grandsons every day.
You gave me the opportunity to have you for eternity. That will be the easiest task I have been asked to do.
Really…the list could continue on for pages and pages.
That is how much you do for me.
Most important, you love me for me. My weight doesn’t matter. My grumpiness (while not pleasant) doesn’t alter your love. You support, strengthen and encourage me to dream big. You help me to realize I have value. I am worth your love and devotion.
I am so incredibly blessed we met at the airport almost 27 years ago. It started as pen pals and has continued to a wonderfully amazing life.