September 7, 2012

I love the red in your beard and the freckles on your face and I love the hair on your arms and your long, dark eyelashes. I love your breath on the back of my neck and the spot between your bottom lip and your chin where your beard’s a little darker. I love the hair on your chest that tickles my nose when I hold you some nights and your eyes that change from green to brown and never lose their intensity. I love your voice when it’s bellowing along with your friends’ and I love it when it’s whispering sweet nothings in my ear. I love the wrinkles around your eyes when you’re laughing and the ones on your forehead when you’re concentrating and I’d even love them when you get old and they become permanent. I love the muscles at the top of your back and your toe with only half a toenail and I love the small gap between your teeth and I even love the veins in your arms.  I love the way you walk when you wake up in the morning and your undeniably inviting lips and I love your hands when they’re covered in plaster or cornmeal and I love them even more when they’re on my hips. I love to watch your pupils grow and your lips part into a smile and the dimples form in the scruff on your cheeks. I love when you sneak a kiss even though your friends bust your balls when they see and how you train yourself not to say that word I don’t like and I love when you raise your eyebrows and cock your head and when you swing your arms around during a story and I love talking back when you talk in your sleep and feeling the strength in your arms when you pick me up. I love your tone when you rant and rave and I love it more when you’re talking about life or giving me reassurance. I love you blowing me a kiss before you leave for work in the morning and I love how vividly I can still imagine you doing it. I love you being able to tell me the exact thought in my head before I ever say a word even though I always deny it and I love waking up from a deep sleep to be greeted by your already bright-eyed and smiling face as if to say, “Welcome home”. I love every sigh, grunt, whisper, and hum. Every deep breath, every quiet murmur, every bat of your eye and brush of your hand. Every freckle, every hair, every bone in your body. Every rise of your chest, as well as the fall, every step up the stairs, every glance in my direction. Every laugh, every cough, every bite you took of a Reese’s. Every speech, every sentence, every word that’s ever left your lips. I love it all, I love everything, I love you.