Warning: this is going to be a pretty mushy post.
I am so overwhelmed by the love I have for my husband. I don't know if I could possibly love him anymore than I do, but my love for him keeps growing and I find myself loving him more and more every day. The past few nights I've gone to bed a little later than John and I get so excited just to sleep next to him. I get in bed, lie next to him, and I feel so lucky that I'm the one God chose to be his. I was lying in bed last night thinking that sleeping next to him is one of my favorite things- the security, love, and warmth that I feel is a feeling I hope everyone experiences with their spouse.
My husband is such a hard worker. He volunteers to work 60 hour weeks to help provide for us and our future baby. But even though he's exhausted and beat up at the end of the day, he makes sure to spend time with me and Duke every night. He's completely supportive in everything that I do and all the decisions I make whether they are personal decisions or professional. He loves his family so much and it's apparent how family-centered he is to everyone who knows him. Not only that, but he's the best friend anyone could ask for. Which explains why he has so many people that label him (and who he labels) as a "best friend".
There really are hundreds of reasons why I love him and most of them are small things that he probably doesn't even know that he does. Some of those reasons are also the same things that drive me bonkers, but even with those in mind I wouldn't change a thing about him. I love everything about who he is and what makes him tick.
I feel lucky to be so in love. In a couple months we'll have been together for 8 years and when I think back over what all has happened in those 8 years, the best things that have happened have happened because of John. My life is what it is because of him.
I warned you this was going to be mushy :) but sometimes I just can't contain it :)
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