I love that look you give me - even when you just sit back and let me have my *moment*. Even at the end of my patience the look on your face can still make me laugh.
The way you shake your head at me when I just toss my hand up and shoot you The Look. You know all too well just where the end of that will be. And that's probably why you're still a good sport about it all and still chuckle while I'm going on and on.
The way you know just what to say when the world is spinning around me that will grab the hand of my soul and pull me out of the chaos and show me exactly how to take back control over my world.
How every now and then I can steal a dance with you, a snuggle with you, how you will steal away from your duties to meet me for lunch.
And still, you continue to give - from the depths of your heart you give. You find a way to out-do yourself every year - finding that one thing close to my heart and getting it to me quietly for my day when others miss it or don't know its the day to celebrate.
How in a moment's breath you can extinguish the fire of my fury so that I have nothing to later regret or apologize for and so I do not damage your reputation. The last thing I want is to give you something that would force you to make excuses or explain why you have attached yourself to me.
Its that excitement of seeing you every time I can. How you still steal my breath away, how you still can move me to tears with your graciousness and the beauty of your love. The small whispers in my ear to keep my mind racing about what's coming for us, the places we will go, the experiences we will have.
There are days I wonder if you know me too well, but that's the beauty of it. My insatiable love for you wouldn't be the same if that wasn't the case.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
©Kristen Garcia 1-2013
