- Drakkar - he wears it so well. It makes me feel "home" just to sink my face into his chest and breathe it in.
 - The way his hair falls over his forehead in a non-preppy, not pre-planned, just-perfect kind of way.
 - His height. It's perfect.
 - His love of his car - not that he loves the actual car, but the passion he has about it. That's really wonderful.
 - His ability to cook really fucked up foods and get me to become addicted to them.
 - The perfect way he takes his jacket off.  It's a work of art. 
 - That he knows how to make me a cup of coffee for me better than I make it for myself.
 - His incredible sense of knowing what will fit where, and whether or not it will look right.
 - How strong he is.
 - His thighs and his butt...(thank you all those years of skiing.)
 - Patience. His incredible amount of patience for so many things - big and small.
 - How he talks faster and his eyes get brighter when he talks about something he's excited about.  (I'll use F5 as an example here.)
 - How fast, and accurately, he types.
 - His extreme intelligence. I've never met anyone smarter than him.
 - His love and allegiance towards a few select books he's read and really enjoyed. Years later and he can quote them. I love that.
 - A memory unlike anything I've ever encountered.
 - (shhh...he's a great kisser!)
 - I hate to admit this, but I love how knowledgeable he is about wine. It's downright sexy.
 - That he loves how quirky I am. At least I think he does. Pink hair? He encouraged that.
 - That he has no idea how charming he is.
 - I love that he likes cats a lot. And I love how much thought he puts into naming them.
 - That he never drinks out of the carton/bottle/container - that I see.
 - His complete confidence behind the wheel of a car, and for avoiding a few really bad accidents because he never stops being aware of what others around him are doing.
 - How much he loves this one certain old pair of boots.
 - How safe I feel when I'm with him in any circumstance or situation.  Even if I'm panicking - it would be ten times worse if he wasn't there.  If we're on the ferry and it was sinking I truly believe he'd figure out how to keep us all alive.  If any of us were being harrassed, I know he'd protect us. 
 - That he always thanks me for doing little things that nobody has ever thanked me for before.
 - How he sings.
 - How he found me right near his lucky number - and that he found me at all.
 - That he wants to learn how to play golf some day.
 - His Homer Simpson slippers. How cool are they?
 
Again - this is a partial list. I'm exhausted -- if I wasn't I'd write much more. And please note that this list does not contain the BIG things...like how much he loves me and the kids. I just think he's pretty damn wonderful all-around.
1 comment:
awe! thank you wover, that made me all warm and fuzzy inside, got that perma grin plastered on my face after a rough start to the morning.
I love you
-venti
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