*...They've got that comfortable place on their shoulder that's perfect for snuggling into while we fall asleep.
*...They're at peace with their bodies, except for maybe some minor anxiety over height, weight, and baldness.
*...They fall in love so hard, once they finally fall.
*...Bravery around snakes, water bugs, bats and flat tires.
*...Their unapologetic lust for a nice hunk of beef or chocolate cake.
*...Their ability to solve problems simply by throwing a ball around.
*...The glimpse you get, when they wear their baseball cap backward of their inner Little Leaguer.
*..How tender they get when they cry, and how seldom they do it.
*...What they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.
*...They make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.
*...They really love their moms. They remind us of our dads.
*...They don't mind accompanying a woman to a party even though she looks like a movie star and they look like the chauffeur.
*...Their near-endless appetite for discussing the ins and outs of work and money - ours as well as theirs.
*...Their genuine ardor for tinkering with toilets, changing oil and assembling gas grills - jobs any intelligent woman can do but would be nuts to volunteer for.
*...They never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.
*...They rarely lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.
*...How awestruck they are in the face of a homemade cookie.
*...How great their hands look holding ours.
*...Their face is a treasure to behold when they give us a present they picked out.
*...Their ignorance is usually amusing.
*..They give great hugs, (and always melt our hearts when a sweet "I love you honey," is added)
*...Though they often try to hide it, they're very tenderhearted and caring.
*...They have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes and connect with our heart, even when we don't want them to.
*...They don't care whether colors match, but are willing to be concerned if we want them to be.
*...They give us a peek at the little boy inside when they get sick or happy or hurt.
Hello, it's me.
9 years ago
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