Ode To My Husband

I love watching his hands work. I love watching his mind think. I love feeling his positive energy radiate in a room, and am forever intrigued by his capability to make me feel whole in devastating situations. I love, that he is him.  

I love how he is quietly terrifying, and that his son shared that same quality. Kilian reflected the same secret in his eyes, one that openly reveals their unapologetic fearlessness and temptation to antagonise mayhem. They are the admonitory storm cloud you find entrancing your curiosity.

I love that he provides. I love that he takes charge. I love that he is 'I am man'.

I love that his heart let's my soul wander. I love that he encourages yet does not expect my mind to be brilliant - limitless belief in my capabilities with effortless understanding in my downfalls.

I love that he offers his hand. They give away that his days are long, and hard - but seldom deny helping someone else or taking mine.

I love that he apologizes, and has a canny ability to pretty much know everything.

I love that he allows his mistakes, in any sence of the word, to entice growth in himself and honesty in the humblest of confessions.

I love that he, without capacity - loves me. For reasons I still can't comprehend but it works, and we work, and I forever find myself falling in love with this idea of who were. Two young kids who shouldn't have, couldn't have, middle fingers to the sky - begging sweet freedom for our souls with voicetrous lungs confessing 'can't stop us'.

Not without conflict or work - but with limitless understanding, and unwavering adoration and endearing amusement of each other. We're still standing here, middle fingers up - ready to take on the world. I love that he is my who we are now and who we will be and I'm forever thankful for him being him. Even when I'm not.