...does he make me smile.
Not just any regular kind of smile, but the sort that creeps across your face when you least expect it. The kind that lingers indefinitely and makes other people wonder.."what she smiling about?"..
It has also been brought to my attention that a sly sort of grin resides on my face when I talk about him, not to mention I can feel the corners of my mouth turn up when my mind wanders to thoughts of him.
He makes me smile when he looks at me so sweetly, and tells me that I'm beautiful when I am standing in front of him dirty and sweaty from digging in the garden.
He makes me smile when he reminds me that I am indispensable, and kisses me so gently.
He makes me smile when I wake up and he is there and I know that today is already a good day.
He makes me smile when he plays basketball with the boys and shows them no mercy, attempting to dunk all over them and then appropriately raising the roof when he succeeds. He makes me smile when he makes them smile.
He makes me smile because he loves me. Bag and baggage- he loves me.
I am one lucky girl and I have never smiled so much in my entire life.
I never want this feeling to end.
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