I love the way he says gramma instead of grandma.
I love the way his laugh can be heard from another room. His moustache makes me smile and his eyes make me melt. With humor he breaks through my barriers and I fall weak to his ways. His strength puts me at ease and yet his gentleness refines me. I am thankful that I can call such a man my husband. My best friend. My Valentine.
Kiss the one you love. Hold them tight and never let them go.