i love you man

i love M for so many reasons.  these are just a few…

he’s so patient with me when i get upset about something simple like screwing up a recipe and i pout up and down that “it’s RUINED!  there’s NO Fixing It!  we’ll just STARVE!”

he gives me the time i need to talk about something that is bothering me, he doesn’t poke and prod unless it’s necessary

he knows when it’s necessary to poke and prod to get something out of me.  something that i obviously want to talk about but just can’t figure out how to bring up

he understands me when i’m not making sense, which is fairly often

he’s calm in a crisis.  it’s nice to not be the one having to hold things together.

he makes a casual aside comment when we’re at the Clinique counter to keep me from walking out of there with makeup that makes me look like an ass.  i used to get all the way home with it before i ever realized it on my own.

we have adult conversations.  we can talk about our issues in the relationship and i never worry that it’s because things are “bad”

he’ll go to the opera with me.  when i approached him with the idea of getting season tickets i thought he’d laugh and say “have fun” but he goes.  and he’s great about it.  plus he looks so cute on these date nights when he dresses up.

he loves his family.  and much like mine, his family is small and tight.  he doesn’t like the idea of moving because he wants to be within driving distance to his mom.

he uses being close to his family as an excuse not to move, but when i get on his case about how he never takes advantage of it, he doesn’t get mad at me.

he doesn’t get mad at me when i get on his case about anything really, he’s a patient man

he loves rollercoasters too.  and he’s a thrill seeker like me.  heck, the man took me skydiving for my birthday!  he’s so much fun.

he doesn’t care that i make jokes about him being so old.  he doesn’t even care that every other month i try to talk him into dying the greys.

he cooks.  he’s a great cook.  and if he’s cooking something that he doesn’t think i’ll like, he makes a toned down version for me.

he’s dealt with my crying and pouting about wanting to marry him for a very long time and he was never scared off.  stressed out, but not scared.  and he married me anyway.

he’s never worked in food service a day in his life.  but he always tips big.  as a former waitress/barista/ice cream scooper/bartender i love that.

he loves my dog.  i love when he doesn’t know i can hear him and he’s talking to the pup, my favorite is when i hear him, from the other room, say “what up doggie?!”

he loves me.  he loves my family.  no matter how crazy i am/they are.

he understands just how crazy my family is and how i have to deal with them to stay sane, and he reminds me and reassures me that they’re definitely more crazy than i am.

he’s great with my nieces.  for a man who’s wasn’t even sure he ever wanted kids he was always been awesome with my nieces, the outgoing one requested a piggy back ride the second time she met him and he obliged without even blinking.  it’s one of my favorite memories.

he’s so intelligent and good at things that i have no clue about.

he understands that i’m competent and always lets me try something even if i have NO CLUE how to do it.

he puts up with a lot of me ‘encouraging compromise’ when it comes to the new place and all of the decisions about it.  he always does it with a smile, even when i’m requesting that we compromise on not putting his thing up.

his first priority is making me happy.  it’s not my first priority, but it’s his.  and really, i never thought i’d meet someone else who wanted me to be happy as much as i want them to be happy. 

he’s so awesome that i could write this post for hours and hours and still not even begin to touch on the magnificence of M. 

he loves me.  and i love him.  there’s nothing more perfect than that.

 

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