On my love
Feb. 14th, 2002 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sierciaThere are so many things I could say about what make the man I love so wonderful.
His enthusiasm and energy. For everything. It is endless and boundless, and even expended on things he doesn't like. There are times when just watching him makes me tired, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
His confidence in himself. I almost never hear him say he can't do something without trying first, even when I'd rather he did.
His willingness to stand up to me, especially when I'm being unreasonable. That takes a brave man.
The way he shows me every day how he loves me, without saying a word. It doesn't matter it's by getting up with the baby in the morning so I can sleep, and not coming back without coffee, or making sure the car is gassed up before I have to take it somewhere, or leaving me love notes when I least expect it. It's not by buying just the right card, or expensive gifts, or exotic vacations. It's by doing the things that matter.
Right now, he's standing outside on a windy 23 degree night to grill me a steak for dinner, because he knows that's my favorite way to have steak.
Today, I realized my kitchen was a mess. And then realized it was mostly because Wiley hadn't been home the evening before to pick things up. And I thought about all the things he does that I don't even notice, because they just get done, and I was really happy. Not because he does them, per se, but because it is just one more way to know he loves me.
And I love him back as best I can, even if I don't always do the best job of showing it.
There's so much more I could say, but I don't think I have the words for it.
His enthusiasm and energy. For everything. It is endless and boundless, and even expended on things he doesn't like. There are times when just watching him makes me tired, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
His confidence in himself. I almost never hear him say he can't do something without trying first, even when I'd rather he did.
His willingness to stand up to me, especially when I'm being unreasonable. That takes a brave man.
The way he shows me every day how he loves me, without saying a word. It doesn't matter it's by getting up with the baby in the morning so I can sleep, and not coming back without coffee, or making sure the car is gassed up before I have to take it somewhere, or leaving me love notes when I least expect it. It's not by buying just the right card, or expensive gifts, or exotic vacations. It's by doing the things that matter.
Right now, he's standing outside on a windy 23 degree night to grill me a steak for dinner, because he knows that's my favorite way to have steak.
Today, I realized my kitchen was a mess. And then realized it was mostly because Wiley hadn't been home the evening before to pick things up. And I thought about all the things he does that I don't even notice, because they just get done, and I was really happy. Not because he does them, per se, but because it is just one more way to know he loves me.
And I love him back as best I can, even if I don't always do the best job of showing it.
There's so much more I could say, but I don't think I have the words for it.
