He was a man who walked through life with a song in his heart…it was the only way that made sense to him, the world could be a disheartening place sometimes that was true but that was no reason to let that change the way he felt inside. Like all men, he had his melancholies and his blues…sometimes he looked back and realized that the life he was living was not quite the one he imagined when he was 17… in the full hubris of youth…and he had laid out a roadmap for the rest of his time on Earth. But he didn’t dwell on that too much…his life was what it was and when he looked back on the path that he had taken it all made perfect sense.
He wasn’t much for dancing or singing out loud…if he was self-conscious about anything, it was his two left feet and his inability to sing on key…but he kept that song in the forefront of his heart just the same.
He knew that he had more than a lot of other guys and he was grateful for that. He was…in the way that men sometimes embraced…content. He had a job that challenged him and kept him from getting bored when it took up 40-48 hours of his weeks. He loved…and got to celebrate with passion…football and baseball and comic books and classic rock & roll. He loved that his circle of friends was small but fiercely loyal and supportive.
And most of all…most of all…he loved her.
He loved the way her eyes twinkled when she laughed…or when she held her baby niece…or when she looked up at him and told him that she loved him. He was a strong man and yet he was moved sweetly that such a tiny woman could make his heart sing with just a smile…or a touch…of just by walking into the room.
He loved the way she snuggled next to his chest and put her arms around his brutish neck when he impulsive swept her up and kissed her just because. He loved the way she sang idly and danced naturally as he went about her workaday life. He loved the way she patiently indulged his love of football and comic books and classic rock & roll.
He loved the way she effortlessly gave as good as she got…with carefree, laughing, thrilling, greedy and generous abandon…when they made love. He’d foolishly thought that she would not be up to the task of accommodating him given the difference in their sizes but she quickly disabused him of that silly notion by proving as ardent and fearless a lover as he could possibly imagine.
He loved so much about her…he hoped to never lose the amazement over the fact that such a wondrous woman could love someone as unabashedly ordinary as him.
He loved the way they talked…about anything and nothing at all…in the darkness before sleep took them to the dreaming realms. And he loved to watch…in the cool of the night and in the golden moonlight…as she slipped off to sleep. He loved to hold her to his chest and watch as she let herself slip off into deep sleep…he loved to watch her face turn so peaceful that it was sweetly, unimaginably wounding…he loved, almost more than anything in the world, to watch her dream.
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