At this moment I am content.
I just looked over at the couch and Ken is snoring away on it.
He's wearing his traditional shorts, t-shirt (belly showing as he sleeps) and black socks. Still has his glasses on but I don't want to disturb him to take them off. He's been cutting down on caffeine, trying to be healthier, so he is tired.
I look at him and listen to him snoring and think how much I love him. It's calm and solid. It used to be the excitement and all that jazz, in the early days. It still has its moments but now, most of the time, it has evolved into something solid, calm and steady that I can live with. Something I can no longer imagine living without.
I'm not failing with him if I'm just myself. I don't have to hide anything or pretend to be anything that I'm not. The good, the bad and the ugly are all parts of me and accepted. Fat or skinny. Young(er) or old. Bitchy or snarky. It's ok.
And that goes back at him. He can be exactly what he is, feel whatever he feels and that's perfect for me.
Except when he feels bad. I don't like that.
He makes me smile every day without any effort that I can discern.
Life is good with this man. 😍
