Sunday, July 25, 2010

Sometimes it just hits you...

We're sitting on the back deck trying my latest cooking experiment, and I look at my husband to say something, and it just hits me like a ton of bricks how much I love this guy!

I love his profile.

I love his receding hairline.

I love the crinkles around his eyes when he laughs.

I love his gentle, soothing voice.

I love the way he sighs when he hugs me after a long day at work, and I can feel him relax in my arms. I love that he is a kind, patient, and good man. All this I know, and I am grateful for each day, but sometimes it just hits me like a ton of bricks. Just saying.

1 comment:

  1. Sounds like he is also lucky. It feels pretty wonderful to be loved and appreciated for just being ol' us. To be attached to someone who never forgets how great we are.

    I bet he is hit by that same ton of bricks pretty often too.

    Lucky lucky you two.

    Sincerely - just a passerby who was touched by such nice often unuttered thoughts - that really should be the most uttered! In fact... I think I will go utter them!