I never knew how much joy can be stuffed into my chest until you.
Anticipating what you're going to wear every day is insanity that always leaves me completely satisfied ... and full of sinful lust.
You have the most delightful way of mocking me when you're blowing me off which always leaves me unaware you're blowing me off because of how much delight I get in the ways you mock me.
I never mind when you're angry ... unless it's at me ... because you hold nothing inside, which is a pretty healthy way of dealing with anger ... and I sit watching you harness dark clouds in your eyes and black feelings in your heart KNOWING the expressions of love that will soon follow.
You mystify me in the way you devour books ... reminding me of me and the way I used to devour books.
When I cry ... which is often ... it always makes you stop dead in your tracks ... and you either take great delight in poking fun at me ... or you throw your arms around me and share whatever it is I'm crying about.
Sometimes I catch fleeting glimpses of you watching me with your girls ... as I play with them, poke fun at them, laugh with them and remind them they're perfectly capable of picking up their own damn stuff ... and I know that you know that I love them.
I love the way you love my children ... always including them in everything.
Your writing is something you don't do enough and world deserves your writing.
Our travels will soon be legends because God we have fun when we go anywhere ... except for that one time at Disney World when you refused to leave ... because it was your first time and as sleepy as I was it made me happy to see you so happy.
The struggle you have over my complete adoration of UGA football used to confuse me until you started wearing the red UGA panties on game day ... which remind me of how much I love the way you dress.
Mornings you are so focused on work and I'm regulated to pouring your juice, making your coffee and fixing your breakfast (yes I'm Southern ... and fix breakfast!) then we have short minutes to sit together before you head out and conquer another day.
Goddess, Winston The Little Gay Dog and I can't wait to go outside and wait on you every day to come back and make this house a home again.
The touch of my leg on yours when we go to sleep at night makes me know it really is a beautiful world.
I could go ... and am already crying ... but it's time for Bar Church ... and I'm preaching and need to think about what I can possibly say on God's behalf ... whatever it is will be rooted in love ... because I've never known love like you.
ME
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