Friday, July 14, 2006
"You've bewitched me body and soul and ... I love you."
Two years ago (7/16/04) I married the man of my dreams. We had a small civil ceremony on a beautiful day, surrounded by family and friends. I wore a green ribbon in my hair, he wore a white rose in his lapel. My mar passed out bubbles and a friend played his violin. As happy as that day was for us ... we're happier now. We've had some pretty bad times, but the outcome of those things have always made us altogether happier.
I married a strong man. Physically, emotionally, mentally. Physically, he works harder than anybody I've ever known, from sunrise to sunset. I love seeing the sweat on his brow and the tattooed biceps rippling. Emotionally, he is my rock. He knows and understands my fears, my strengths, my weaknesses, my dreams and he supports and protects me through all of them. Not only does he support ME, but his family, his friends. He is always listening, always kind and compassionate. Mentally, he is in overdrive. He is so inquisitive, his mind is a constant whirring. He is always questioning, never settling until he knows the proper answer. The light in his eyes endears him to me all the more.
Brian is not a proud man, by any means. He is humble, and pure, and gracious. He has literally given away the shirt off his back for someone in need. He feeds the homeless. He fixes people's cars when they break down in front of our house. He's the first one to volunteer for a project and the last one to leave.
Brian is a lover of all things, especially animals. If we kept every animal we'd ever rescued - we would have a menagerie. It broke his heart to kill the crazy/sick squirrel in our backyard and when he accidentally ran over a baby bunnie with the lawnmower. He's a catch & release fisher. He feeds stray cats. He plays with the toads down by the river. He takes the mean and nasty spiders outside instead of smashing them with a shoe (like I do).
Brian is fun and full of energy. Children love him. He's the guy all the kids want to hang out with because he can push the highest,race his remote control car the fastest, run the furthest, and rebuke the gentlest. When I see him with kids, I think, "What a wonderful father he'll be!"
I've said it before - I love my husband. I love him, I love him, I love him. I love him for so many things, like when he tells me I've bewitched him body and soul - which he does on a regular basis. (So that's pretty romantic, right? and he doesn't even take the credit for coming up with such a romantical thing, but he pays attention and knows how I completely adore Pride & Prejudice and so he knows that I love him a little bit more everytime he says it.) I love him when he lets me be right (even though he's the one who's right); when he lets me win; when he makes my breakfast; when he stays quiet so I can sleep in; when he washes the dishes because he knows I hate it; when he brings me flowers; when he tells me I should go shopping, because I haven't gotten a new purse in a while; when he takes care of my friends; when he tells my mother how beautiful she is; when he tells me the same stories over and over; when he whispers in my ear; when he puts on his cologne before bed because he knows how much I love it; when he dances with me in the kitchen; when he washes my car; when he asks me to shave his face/neck; when he pretends to know what I'm talking about; when he says he can't live without me; when he paints my toenails; when he knows not to talk to me; when he asks me what I'm reading, and the list goes on and on.
So ... happy second anniversary, my love! Know that I love you more now than ever before! For always - BSSR
I married a strong man. Physically, emotionally, mentally. Physically, he works harder than anybody I've ever known, from sunrise to sunset. I love seeing the sweat on his brow and the tattooed biceps rippling. Emotionally, he is my rock. He knows and understands my fears, my strengths, my weaknesses, my dreams and he supports and protects me through all of them. Not only does he support ME, but his family, his friends. He is always listening, always kind and compassionate. Mentally, he is in overdrive. He is so inquisitive, his mind is a constant whirring. He is always questioning, never settling until he knows the proper answer. The light in his eyes endears him to me all the more.
Brian is not a proud man, by any means. He is humble, and pure, and gracious. He has literally given away the shirt off his back for someone in need. He feeds the homeless. He fixes people's cars when they break down in front of our house. He's the first one to volunteer for a project and the last one to leave.
Brian is a lover of all things, especially animals. If we kept every animal we'd ever rescued - we would have a menagerie. It broke his heart to kill the crazy/sick squirrel in our backyard and when he accidentally ran over a baby bunnie with the lawnmower. He's a catch & release fisher. He feeds stray cats. He plays with the toads down by the river. He takes the mean and nasty spiders outside instead of smashing them with a shoe (like I do).
Brian is fun and full of energy. Children love him. He's the guy all the kids want to hang out with because he can push the highest,race his remote control car the fastest, run the furthest, and rebuke the gentlest. When I see him with kids, I think, "What a wonderful father he'll be!"
I've said it before - I love my husband. I love him, I love him, I love him. I love him for so many things, like when he tells me I've bewitched him body and soul - which he does on a regular basis. (So that's pretty romantic, right? and he doesn't even take the credit for coming up with such a romantical thing, but he pays attention and knows how I completely adore Pride & Prejudice and so he knows that I love him a little bit more everytime he says it.) I love him when he lets me be right (even though he's the one who's right); when he lets me win; when he makes my breakfast; when he stays quiet so I can sleep in; when he washes the dishes because he knows I hate it; when he brings me flowers; when he tells me I should go shopping, because I haven't gotten a new purse in a while; when he takes care of my friends; when he tells my mother how beautiful she is; when he tells me the same stories over and over; when he whispers in my ear; when he puts on his cologne before bed because he knows how much I love it; when he dances with me in the kitchen; when he washes my car; when he asks me to shave his face/neck; when he pretends to know what I'm talking about; when he says he can't live without me; when he paints my toenails; when he knows not to talk to me; when he asks me what I'm reading, and the list goes on and on.
So ... happy second anniversary, my love! Know that I love you more now than ever before! For always - BSSR
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