He's an amazing husband, so dedicated and loving and the more I see what's happened to marriages and relationships to so many people around me, the more thankful I am to have him and the luckier I feel. I gave up my home, family, job and school to move to Mexico so that we could stay together and although it's so hard, so damn hard to be away from my family and best friends - he's worth it.
He protects us.
He's strong and gentle.
He gives a lot of kisses.
And not just in my opinion but Daisy's too, he's the best place around to rest a weary head.
He's proud that he is a husband and that I am his wife. He's proud to be a Daddy and is crazy about our baby girl.
He's terribly bright about fixing things and building things but far too humble to admit it.
He probably won't read this post but luckily he doesn't need to read it to know that I love him. I love his corny humor that is so much like my Dads and I adore his smile. I'm terribly hard headed, stubborn as a mule and I wish I had more time to cook for him, but I'll be damned if I don't let him know every day that I love him.
I hope he feels appreciated, I vow to tell him more.
I don't know how to end this, don't know how it started, I just - love him.