This morning I took my wonderful husband to work. And as we said our good-byes for the day he said to me, "I can tell you love me by the way you look at me." I asked him how I looked at him and he responded, "Like the way you looked when I first told you 'I love you.'"
I love my Bryan. He's my prince.
3 comments:
that's super tender. i'm glad that 2 years (eh?) after being married, you guys are still happy [for the lord]. i also like how you and i, though dubious at keeping in touch via email, are becoming fast blog-buddies. ha ha ha! yes, i think you and bryan SHOULD visit. it's quite a drive, though! took leif and i about 27 hours. yuck. now he's on his way back, doing it alone. thinking of you, my dear!
and lest you think i've forgotten your birthday, please forgive any tardiness on my part. i was on the road, and then, well, going slightly insane adjusting to my manic reactions to such a new, big city. A city that speaks french, at that. birthday greetings are in order. just forgive my delay, and any delays caused by canadian post. love you.
and also, bryan said the same thing to me in the middle of our late-night/early-morning political debates. "jordan, i can tell you love me by the grueling way in which you talk to me."
PSYCHE. did that one bomb? shoot. hope not.
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