I had the opportunity to chat with a few of John's cousins the other day. While we were talking, Morgan asked if I still thought John was as cute as I did when we got married (or something like that, I don't remember exactly.) I answered with something along the lines of "most of the time" and the conversation moved on.
But at the time and even now, I wish I'd said something else. I wish I was the type of person who could gush. Not all the time, but especially at times like that. I am so in love with my husband. He is the kindest, most caring, not to mention good-looking man I know. I am constantly surprised at the lengths he will go to to make me happy. He is a wonderful father to our children and the most perfect partner to me. He is everything I've ever wanted and all the things I would want if only I knew myself enough to know that I want them. He's wonderful. And every time I look at him I realize again how lucky I am.
I wish I had said that to Morgan, though that wasn't exactly the type of conversation we were having, and I'm not sure he wanted to hear me rhapsodize about my husband anyway. It probably doesn't matter to anyone but me. But just for the record: I may not always say it, but I always think it. Love you, John.
2 comments:
i'm glad you love my brother.... and I don't need to hear you gush all the time :) but I really am glad you still like him
Hey, don't blame yourself. You never know what Morgan will do with what you say. It's really quite apparent that you adore your whole family, though!
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