My love.

Soooooo somewhere around now makes 4 years ago that I met my Beau.  We don't have an official start date as I, being a smart woman, didn't actually let him know where I lived until I was sure he wasn't gonna kill me and he states he knew from the first date that he was gonna stick around until I got rid of him.....but anyhoo......

There is sooo sooo many things I love and appreciate about him.  He takes the whole world's pressures and shoulders it without complaint. he believes in me even when I am too scared to do so. he constantly surprises me with his thoughts/ideas/knowledge. he accepts me for who I am, though isn't afraid of a little bit of a nudge to "help" me to grow. he, who is super rational, tolerates my totally un-rational middle of the night "just want to talk" sessions where I ugly cry the whole time. He is a planner and methodical to my "lets just try this" attitude...He doesn't do anything for thanks and can not understand why others do.  He worries about our future children being teenagers and thanks me for reheating leftovers.  He tries to understand all my grey even though he can only see in black and white.

Every morning that I wake up and see his sleeping wrinkly man face I feel beyond blessed and I am thankful that he has chosen to spend the last 4 years of mornings with me.  He is not perfect this man of mine but that is the beauty of life. of love.

I know he will never read this and would hate it if he did but sometimes we must stop and be thankful.  Thankful for the space we have created through hard work, dedication and love.

love u b.