I Love You Because...

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Do I believe in soul-mates?

I'm not so sure.  But for the first time in my life, I am wondering.

It's because I believe in work.  I believe in time, effort, communication and, when those things aren't cutting it, a good warm hug.  A tender squeeze that says "we'll get through this, because I would rather get through this with you than anyone else in the world."

I love you because I'm not sure love is supposed to be easy, but, quite frankly, loving you is easy. 

I love you because, even at my worst, you make me feel my best.  On a night when I am curled up in p-jams and it's a 'fat day' with an incoming pimple and my darkest, nastiest roots showing you say "you're so pretty babe."  And when I am in my Sunday morning mood, that dreadful mood you put up with, you quietly digress to another room for a full 30 minutes while I enjoy my Sunday morning ritual of reading internet tabloids while you make me breakfast and coffee. 

On those Sunday mornings, for that solid half-hour I am at my brattiest.  I don't want to talk to you.  I don't want you peering over my shoulder as I check online to see if Jen and Brad have reconciled their relationship. I don't want you making small talk over the brekkie you have slaved over.  I want peace, quiet and celebrity gossip, and I love you for giving me that time.

I love you because you say weird things.  You use British English to describe your affections for me.  You say "I'm completely besotted with you" and, it sounds lovely.

I love you because I can come home from a weekend in Vegas and tell you about men, dudes and other guy-types my friends and I met.  And you will laugh at our stories of harmless flirtations because you know my heart belongs to you and no one else.

I love you because you have a sense of humor that no one else can see but me.  And the other day when I was sulking from my job loss you proceeded to make me feel better by serenading me with Kesha's "Tick Tock" song, even though you slaughtered the lyrics and made up your own.  You silly thing.

I love you because you notice those strange things I do, like tap my toes to music and curl my lips under when I am concentrating.

I love you because you are kind and chose to spend your life with me.

Sincerely, Me.

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Lesley said…
Awww. I love reading about other happily married couples. Looks like you found a really sweet guy. (And as an aside, I adore the word "besotted" too.) :-)
March 15, 2010 at 4:33 PM
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