The love of my life.

I love my husband. I love the incredibly amazing things about him just as much as the annoyingly mundane things about him. Perhaps because my mother and stepfater's 20th anniversary was yesterday I feel compelled to talk about the love I have with Honey. My parent's relationship has been a litmus test to me as I navigated the world of dating. My mom once told me that I needed to stop dating "losers, jerks, and assholes" and find a nice guy. And then I brought home Honey. When he told my parents that he was going to propose to me with a ring that included the diamond my father gave to my mother and the diamond my grandfather gave to my grandmother my mother's response was simple; "It took you long enough". Translation: she approved. So to honor my parents on the day after their anniversary I chose to honor my Honey. It's not everyday we tell the people we love exactly how we feel about them, but I'll try here. That way, the next time he really pisses me off, I'll find this entry and he'll be forgiven.

Let's see...things I love about Honey:
-I love that he understands me and keeps me calm. -I love that he knows I hate when he tells me to relax but does it anyway because it usually works. -I love that he lets me stick my cold feet under his leg to warm them when I get into bed. -I love that he has all these games with the Lovie that only they do. -I love him for him love of his grandfather, because my love for mine was (and still is) so profound. -I love that he stares at me sometimes with such intensity that I might blush. -I love that he is full of boyish wonder. -I love that he's a science geek. (There Honey, I said it, it's sexy. OK, moving on.) -I love that he is a hopeless romantic and always gets sucked into romantic comedies.

I love that I could keep writing this list for days and still not finish. There are a thousand things and more that I love about my husband and most days I remember how truly blessed and lucky I am to have him in my life. Thank you Honey.