Another thing that I need to do more of in the fifteenth year of bliss, is be alone with him. Make a date. It seems that the only time we are alone together is in front of the tv before bed. This is great, don't get me wrong. But tonight, when we had more than an hour to talk without an interruption from a small child, was good. Really good. I love how hard he works, his sense of humor, how he can make me laugh even when I am mad at him. I love his patience, and the sound of his voice, but I do not like his snoring. I love his smile, and his 'kicker' legs.
I love this man, and want to forever.