To My Wife

I love you.

I’m not really sure how else to say it than that: I love you. But there are so many pieces to that.
I love the way that you look. I love the way that you smile.
I love you. I love the way that you feel when I touch you. I love the way that you touch me.
I love the way that you make me feel: giddy, young, naughty. In love.
I love your practicality. I love your effort, and your supportiveness, even though I usually feel like I don’t deserve all that you give.
I love waking up next to you. I love feeling warm from your touch, and hot from thinking about you.
I love not knowing what to expect on a day that I wake up next to you. I love waking up and holding you in my arms.
I love your intelligence. I love your sense of humor. I love how hard you’re willing to fight to make us better.
I love watching you sleep. I love hearing your voice. I love your face, holding it close, caressing it. I love the feel of your hair in my fingers.
I love how you dress. I love how you smile. I love looking at old pictures of you, and realizing how I love you even more now than I did then, whenever “then” was.
I love to help you out around the house. I love to make you breakfast. I love to bring you warm drinks at night.
I love the way that you look at me…even when it’s “the crabby look” (:)), but especially when you look at me and melt my heart because I can tell how much you love me, too.
I will always love you. I will prove to you, each and every day, that I deserve the love you’ve given me, and the love you continue to give to me. You are so beautiful, so wonderful, and so warm.

I love you.