10 More Reasons

Ehhhh, what's two years?

1. He plays by bushogging my mom's fields.

2. He comes home from work and likes to sit down in a rocking chair on the front porch, get his appropriate accompaniments, and tell me about his day. This is part of completing his day. He also wants to hear about my day.

3. He goes to the doctor to do the minimum to see what he can do to be healthy, even though it wasn't his natural inclination. He goes for it more than he ignores it.

4. He never, ever, never, criticizes me. Never. This is a wonder and wonderful. It has made me blossom.

5. His hair is still great...but really, aggg, not very significant. I started thinking standards and stereotypes. I think I will nullify this entry but leave it documented, by adding a number 11.

6. Well, significantly, I still love his entire physical aspect. Yes, his smell still is one of the very best I could ever ask for. It is still highly comforting, highly ingestible. Has an almost tangible and nourishing quality.

7. He is gentle.

8. He is a charmer in social situations (only, of course, when he is not retreating from anxiety attacks). He can small talk and draw in people from many different cultures, and do it sincerely.

9. He trusts me a lot.

10. He protects me. When he sees a situation that I might be hurt by he moves to divert, change, or make me aware so that I might consider.

11. To nullify #5. Gotta go with the obvious I suppose. He is silly, witty, funny a very good amount of the time.