Every day I thank God for you, my miracle. I love you. I love our life. And while there are countless qualities I admire in you, one in particular stands out. If all men were as good at this as you, there would be lots of happy women out there.
You make me feel loved.
You accomplish this in a myriad of ways:
When we walk side by side, you grab my hand.
You listen. Without judgment. Without advice. Without fixing.
I slip back into bed for a few more minutes before the day begins and though you are not really awake, you snuggle in and mumble, "Mmmmm".
You say, "I miss you".
When you come home, you don't sit before you've found me.
You believe in me, even when I don't believe in myself.
You talk to me, sometimes longer than I have the patience or attention span for, but knowing you want to tell me shows me my importance. I am so thankful (even when it seems I'm not interested). Don't ever stop!
You notice when I'm feeling down.
You linger at the dinner table to talk after the kids have run off.
You hide your annoyance when I ask you to pick something up on your way home from work.
You slip my name into conversation as naturally as breathing.
You say "I love you," but your actions prove it.
I am loved. I am blessed. And deeply grateful. You've provided the soil for me to bloom. Your love gives me confidence and courage, sanctuary and security. I pray our sons follow your lead and love their wives as well as you do. Thank you so much.
Let him kiss me with the kisses of his mouth--for your love is more delightful than wine.
Song of Songs 1:2
I love you, Kevin. Deeply. Wholly. Always.
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