With all the challenges I have to face in my life, there is one thing that is never an issue: my husband's love for me. It gives me strength, holds me up when I feel overwhelmed, touches me at random moments, provides security when all else seems so unstable.
How doest thou love me?
I see it in your eyes when you look at me - a singular deep stare that tells me I still infatuate you, encompass you, entice you.
You touch me, every time you walk past me.
A hug for no reason, a kiss just because.
Knowing that my most insecure moments revolve around the unknown, you share everything with me, giving me information so I won't be afraid.
You trust me with your inappropriate jokes, knowing that I know you so well as to never doubt your true meaning.
You trust me with you inner most feelings, exposing yourself to me in a way many men are unwilling to allow themselves to do.
Playing on our "inside jokes," you give me laughter every day.
You see that beautiful, svelt, 130 lb. me, regardless of what I weigh.
You get me, see my humor, laugh genuinely at my silliness.
Your love for my children is first, always.
You give my life such joy, I'm thankful every day that we found each other.
I love you, Tommy T.
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