Oh my God his smile
It reminds me that there's humor in the world.
And his laugh is the soundtrack
Of beautifully crazy moments
That we can see replay when we go to sleep at night.
My fingers find serenity in the spaces between his
Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle where the picture is we
In a crowded room of people
All it takes is one glance and we know the answer was always us.
And it's the way he makes me laugh
And most of the time, what he says is actually funny.
But don't tell him I said that
Even though he may secretly know...
It's a secret we both like to share.
The way he can appreciate the humor in every day life
And the fact that he's not afraid to laugh at himself.
It's the doors he holds open,
His habit of walking on the traffic side of the sidewalk,
And the fact that his jacket is always too big, but always just warm enough.
There are days we don't get along
Sometimes his conviction,
Which I nickname stubbornness,
Drives me insane.
And I don't know what's going to happen
the next time he critiques my driving....
But God bless him,
He puts up with those days when I play space cadet.
And, besides my sister,
I don't know anyone more patient than he is when I need driving directions.
But at the end of the day
My favorite place to be
is between is folded arms and his chest.
And I look into his eyes
And I realize that this is what it feels like.
When I close my eyes I can see him...
God, I can't wait to meet him.
