Not in a "He's so hot I get weak in the knees whenever I think of him" way (at least, not anymore).
Not that he's not a handsome man--I mean, have you seen his mischievously glinting eyes? Have you seen the way he confidently walks from place to place--having an air about him that doesn't go all the way to "swagger" but definitely carries a hint of "I'm okay, and so are you" about it?
Okay, so maybe I do go a little weak in the knees when I think of that.
Not in a "I don't know how I ever lived without him" way.
More in a "I've gotten so used to having his loyalty, his understanding, and his friendship that I've almost forgotten what it was like before he was around and so I definitely take him for granted much more than I have any right" way.
And in a "I love to add to his happiness, and I love how he takes pleasure and pride in my happiness" way.
And in a "There is no one with whom I relish sharing joys and sorrows, discoveries and confusions, successes and trials more than this man" way.
Geesh, I love that guy.
|Eric cheers Heather on at a soccer game in the rain a month or so ago. |
Don't even get me started on what a stellar father this guy is. You'd be reading all day.