A Post for my Husband.

I love my husband. I've loved him for five years now. From the time he made me watch a scary movie in his college apartment and didn't laugh every time I covered my eyes. I've loved him ever since he held me upright as I slipped in ice.

It all started with a kiss. A single perfect kiss. The kiss of your dreams. Fully in-sync, matched in rhythm, perfectly together. It was amazing, and I couldn't wait to keep kissing him. For the rest of my life.

I love his kiss.

I love his eyes, because they twinkle bright green when he is happy. I love his smile because it is guarded, and unleashed only when he is truly happy. I love his laugh. His eyes twinkle when he laughs.

I love his arms. They are strong and defined and tanned. And his shoulders. And his back. And his newly-chiseled stomach. His hugs make me swoon. And I love his wispy beard.

I love how guarded and meticulous he is. Every decision made after much thought and deliberation. Never flying by the seat of his pants. I love how sure he is of everything he does. Of our future.

I love his sense of humor. There is laughter in our house every single day. Multiple times a day.

I love his drive and his loyalty. How hard he works and how passionate he is about his work. True devotion for everything he does.

I love that he likes all my Puerto Rican food and eats enough for two of him. I love that he loves to cook, and is not shy to experiment in the kitchen. Most of the time he is a good cook.

I love that he is traditional. And sentimental. And caring. I love that he indulges my need for compulsive planning. And embraces my "life plan". Even holds me to it.

I love how he goes out of his way to make others happy. To make them laugh. To make them comfortable.

I love that he loves me too.

Happy Birthday Husband. I am so lucky to have you.

This Warms My Heart

Aside from her weirdo fear of birds, this is an amazing story of two survivors of the Hudson River crash falling in love.

Sure beats my "we met at a bar" line. Although it will be five years in three weeks since E & I met. I'll blog the story, his cheesy line and all.