I love Joe Brokken more and more every day.
I love that he is the chipper one in the morning. I grumble my way through the dawn, stumbling for coffee. Not him. He's always happy in the morning. I love that.
I love that he is witty and can turn the simplest moment into the funniest thing I've ever heard. He makes me laugh, especially when I'm being too serious.
I love the look in his eye when he sees a seagull, like he's made a new friend who's going to be there for the rest of his life. "Have a fry," he'll offer.
I love the art he creates every day - beautiful reflections of his genius mind. He has a way of seeing the world that brings joy to everyone around him.
I love the way he walks. He's cool and dorky all in a stride. He has confidence and a true direction with each step.
I love his tenderness, the way he manages to hold me all night long. Even after 7 years, he's not letting go.
I love how his courage evaporates my fear. He literally helped me climb a mountain.
I love that he is not a better dancer than me. We both step on each others toes and look like we just walked out of a Revenge of the Nerds movie.
I love catching him have just one more chocolate, just a little more ice cream, just more.
I love watching him fix things. The farm boy comes out.
I love his stubbornness and how we get caught in the rain, or stuck on a beach with a quick tide because of it.
I love that he knows everything is going to turn out just right, and I love that he's always right about that.
Most of all, I love that he's chosen to spend his life with me. How lucky can a guy get?