After 11 Years I Still Think Your Snoring Is CuteI still think your snoring is cute. That bear like growl coming from you, my beloved husband never fails to make me giggle. The way you crush me when you roll over then readjust so that you're hugging me so tight I can barely move a muscle still doesn't make me feel overcrowded in our queen bed. I still don't find the way you stare at me in the morning until I wake up creepy; it still makes my heart skip a beat. Your perpetual cheerfulness does not make me want to choke you yet, and your constant bellowing laughter that shakes the house still makes me want to hug you and never let go. We'll never be too old for you to pick me up and twirl me around, especially when you do it to make me blush in front of our friends. Coddling you like an oversized four year old when you're sick still makes me feel needed and I won't ever tell you that you're getting too old to do stupid stunts to impress the kids. (Because secretly it still impresses me too). I still think you're as sexy as the night we met even if your hair is starting to gray (truth be told it makes you look distinguished). I'll never tire of your secret glances at uptight dinner parties and events; and yes honey, ill always be the Bonnie to your Clyde. I will always thank you in kisses when you change the oil on my car and still get butterflies when I see you shirtless. I still thank God every night for meeting you. Given the chance to go back, I'd still jump out that window and run away to elope with you. Every time.
I still love you like crazy baby.
RachelAndLoves 26-30, F 8 Responses 11 Dec 15, 2012