My list of loves

This blog has not been touched since the glory days of 2009. But now, more than 4 years later, I am hereby resurrecting it for one last hurrah - to tell the world that I am getting married to a great girl, and that I am thus officially off the market. Sorry ladies. ;)

But more than that, on this Valentine's Day, I want to take a page from her book and tell y'all what I love about her, as a public reminder to myself when things get tough.

I suppose I can start with the superficial. :P All romantic love starts with an undercurrent of physical attraction, and ours is no different. I love the shape of her face and her uniquely shaped eyes, and the way her smile lights up her face. I love the curves of her body and the softness of her skin and the way her hair falls over her shoulders. I love the slightly awkward way she moves and how she bumps into things because she's too excitedly preoccupied over something else. I love her husky voice in the mornings and the cheekily naughty grin she can't help displaying when she's up to no good. :P I love the way she sits quietly when she's absorbed in a book, and I adore the enthusiastic, bubbling energy that she has when she happily interacts with her friends.

I love the simple yet elegant way she dresses and how she steadfastly tries to cure my terrible sense of fashion. I love that she likes brilliant yet non-overwhelming colors and how she good-naturedly points out purples from blues for color-blind me. I am even not ashamed to admit that I love her cute earrings and her obsession with nice shoes. I love how she is not the slightest bit vain regardless of her fondness for pretty things and how comfortable she is in her own skin.

I love that she has a far more refined tastebuds than I do and how she delights in good food, and how she has opened my eyes to how awesome oyster sauce can be. :P I even love the way she lingers over and has a hard time finishing the final bite of her food, regardless of what it is (I don't know why, but it's cute).

I love her care and concern for the people around her, and I love how she calls her dog using the most ridiculous and corny pet names. I love the way she adores her kids (she's a teacher) and how she can yell at them one moment and love them to bits the next.

I love that she is utterly responsible and completely trustworthy and always trying to do the right thing even if it is the more difficult thing to do. I love her fiery sense of justice and the way she stands up to people who treat others badly. I love how she tackles problems immediately and confronts things directly, and the wisdom and tact she often displays during difficult times and situation.

I adore her sense of humor and how she's not afraid to be cheeky and her sharp wit that leads to the most delightful conversations. I love her way with words and how she can always immediately grasp the meanings to and understand my often convoluted attempts at saying things, sometimes even before I finish the thought.

But perhaps more than anything else, I love the way she accepts me for who I am and loves me enough to put up with me for the many long years we have been apart.

May, I love you and can't wait to be with you. I'm the luckiest guy in the world. :)