He's kind and caring, and sees humor in most everything. He makes me laugh even when I don't want to.
He is my doctor when I forget to put on my gardening gloves, and a rose or bramble thorn embeds itself below the skin. He pulls out the irritant and cleans the wound to make it better, without my asking.
He is my therapist when I forget my way, and gives me the words that elude my fading memory.
When he is away, he calls to share his day and says I miss you even if the words are not audible.
He is sensitive, realistic and keeps me grounded.
He is the smartest person I know.
He is the one that holds me up when my knees buckle,
and the voice of reason when all else fails.
He is the only person I know who understands the all of me
and stands by my side, regardless.
He is my spousal unit.
He is the man I love.
He is the Dude.
There is never a day that goes by
that I don’t see and feel his love,
even if he doesn’t think I do.
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Dolcissimi pensieri....
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