So I have several things that I need to blog about, but right now I need to take a moment to gloat.
This is my guy.
Mmm- I love him.
On Christmas Eve he gave me soft, warm, fluffy
footed pajamas. So cozy. I reluctantly take them off
only to go out into public.
Then on Christmas morning he presented me with this gift:
(For some reason it's uploading this picture sideways. No idea.)What is it? Only the best present in the
history of the world! In that box are 101 things he
loves about me, typed up on individual pieces of curly paper. And they aren't generic things that guys say just because they know girls like to hear them. They are
well thought out reasons. Things I have
never heard him say before. Things like this:
I love the way you look when you're asleep.
I love the tone of your voice - it is just right - perfectly comfortable to me.
I love that you've put up with driving a red minivan for 4 years.
I love that you can enjoy a good burger.
I love how you've come to terms with not being perfect.
I love that you don't have to be fashionable.
I love how I can never put anything over on you - you always have me figured.
I love how level-headed you are and how you're not afraid to tell me when I'm not.
I love the way you move; even your walk is graceful.
I love that you are moved to tears by other's suffering.
I love how I feel when I kiss you. It is still exciting.
Okay I'll stop. But really, am I not the luckiest girl? Especially when you consider that the final paper read this:
Now that's love.
Still swooning.