...what it is, exactly, that I see in my Valentine. For the rest of you, who are also madly in love with my Valentine, and feel your heart flutter at the very thought of him - you don't need this post. This post is only for those who wonder why? What does she see in him? (I'm sure it's a very small minority. ;))
He makes me smile. And laugh. And giggle. As first he seems dry, then, when you least expect it, his humor sneaks up on you and attacks. It's the kind of humor that brings sunshine to your day.
It's the way he is with kids. Not just his kid, although certainly that, but even before we had kids. He's fun and dedicated and awesome with kids.
His enthusiam for things he likes is compelling. It's not that I like Xbox; it's that I like the animated way he talks about it.
He is predictable. You know what to expect from him. You can depend on him.
He's sweet and loving. He never hesitates to give me a hug or hold my hand, if that's what I need.
His independence is nice. It means he and I can sometimes just be, in separate places, and still be sure of each other.
He is snarky about other people sometimes, and says to me exactly what I wanted to say about those same people, but failed to say. :)
Most of all, he has the biggest, softest heart ever created.
Etcetera.
1 comment:
Ahh, that's so sweet!!
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