He sighs after every single sip of every single beverage he drinks.
He thinks every time he is right about a pedestrian or driver’s inappropriate maneuvering it is a learning lesson that he is obligated to teach them.
He believes if he says something “with authority” that anyone in ear shot for take him at his word and not question whether it is accurate or true. He said it, so it must be.
He puffs in his sleep. Puff. Puff. Puff. Puff. At exact intervals. (If he gets out of rhythm it is even more disturbing.
He always lets his mustache grow too long. It curls under.
He does not like food with flavor.
I love him and…
He gives me the last piece of chocolate.
He does all of the grocery shopping.
He makes me a green smoothie every single day.
He pretends it doesn’t bother him when I let loose with an expletive (done rarely).
He humors me with every new “thing” I must try to do. (He doesn’t know it yet but I’m now convinced I need to learn to play the guitar.)
He surprises me nearly weekly with little gifts he has bought me.
I love him and he loves me. Even if it’s not perfect it’s perfectly wonderful.