I HAVE THE BEST HUSBAND IN THE WORLD

For one, my husband is Magnificent. He can talk straight for hours and still make sense. He can turn joker one minute and confessor the next. He can keep a secret. He excels in every sport he plays. He is not only smart – he is witty as well. He can tell a joke about almost anything and everything under the sun or beyond it. He can and he will compute math problems in his head – and he will have an answer. He can and will analyze issues with such clarity you’d wonder why he isn’t a lawyer. He can drive fast and you won’t ever have to worry about getting into an accident. He can probably fly a kite, sail a boat, surf, skateboard and parasail too but I have yet to find out. He can do everything he sets his mind too. My husband is Enchanting. I can stare at him for hours and not get bored. His is a very interesting face – a fusion of Amercian and ah.. American and ah… ah.. A fusion of American features that ah – are not so different from each other, really, but are all very special – and the blend is just perfect. His is a face capable of leaving me flustered and deeply in love, regardless of how he is present. In the flesh or in my mind, it matters not. It’s simply mesmerizing to watch, how every feature compliments each other. It’s like watching the Russian Ballet, choreographed, captivating.. not that I’ve seen the Russian Ballet but from what I’ve read and heard about it, they are the epitome of grace and ‘togetherness’. He may order that I stare at him for hours and hours and I wouldn't once try to take a peek at my surroundings nor complain. He has the most remarkable hazel blue eyes this side of the world – you can get lost when he looks at you with love, not that anybody else will know this because I’m the only one he loves and will ever love. His smile - way too captivating. Know how it’s like when you’re having a really bad day and nothing is going right, and just when you thought that you could finally go home, you realize you forgot to mail all the reports? Just when you were about to climb up 17 floors to your office you receive a call from your boss telling you that he doesn’t need the reports until a week later. That happy feeling is the happy feeling my husband’s smile is capable of bringing. I’d write about his lips, but like everything else, it’s mine. So I won’t tell anybody else. I’m possessive that way. My man makes me feel beautiful inside out – as if I can do no harm, and that I can save the world. He makes me want to reach out to every soul and help spread the love and happiness I feel. He makes me feel like I can live forever but at the same time, he makes me take every moment that comes and cherish it like there will be no other chance to. My man makes me believe that there is nothing bad in this world, and that nobody is imperfect. He makes me believe in love and happily ever after, things I stopped believing for awhile. He makes me believe that I can do everything and anything I set my mind to. I believe in him, in everything he does. I believe in us, in our future together, and in our very own happily ever after that started not too long ago. I believe in him. And I now believe in me !!too.