My Lover

I know someone is just dying to go all Five Love Languages on me, but I guess if I had to pick in contrast to my previous post, not gifts, I receive love in quality time and words of affirmation. I kinda feel like I need both. Although I like doing things for said people I love or touching the only said Mr Smith, I'm not sure those are how I receive it.

I looooooove Mr Smith time. The only time I don't like Mr Smith time is when I'm doing something on the computer and he hovers. Or when he is a backseat driver. Or when he makes me carry heavy things. My favorite time of day is when he comes home. I don't like staying over night when he isn't there. Just having him in the same general area is a comfort to me. I mean the needy list goes on. 

And I'm sure you're laughing when I said another way I receive love is by words of affirmation and I married Mr Smith. He laughs at that too. The man who would rather pull out his toe nails than share his feelings. But he never fails to kiss me and tell me he loves me every morning as he leaves for work (and I'm still wrapped up in bed). And I really do get the best texts from him. Always have.

I'm not sure what I would do without Mr Smith and I hate to think about that. We have a lot of growing to do still. We miscommunicate all the time and we bicker. But we laugh and snuggle all the time too. So regardless of what love language, here are some reasons why I love Mr Smith:

He takes Lexi first thing when he comes home. If she's sleeping, he wants to wake her up because he misses her. He plays with her. He helps me change her diapers. It steals a mother's heart. 

He helps me with my projects. He wants me to invest in photography and the things I love. He wants to teach me how to fish (figuratively). He encourages me to set goals. He shares in my joy of accomplishment.

He has these eyes. The end.

He always warms up my cold feet.

He puts his family's safety first. He is always concerned about making sure that the little things are thought about. That the house is locked up. That I'm never put in dangerous situations. 

He shares his nachos or makes me my own plate. I mean for Mr Smith, this is true love.

He gets up when he's tired, comes home when he's exhausted, and uses that big brain of his to provide for the financial needs of the family. He bought my ring and I paid off his car and both us working took care of grad loans and allowed for a savings, but he always wanted me to stay home with the kids if we could afford to (and if I wanted to). So now that's what he does; we had to give up paying off loans in 3 years and some of the savings, but I'm with our daughter all day. He cared enough to allow me that choice and sustains me in that decision.

The missionaries always know they can count on Mr Smith to say yes. He serves his neighbors hoping not to receive anything in return. He returns things better than he finds them.

He is a man of complete integrity. He is honest. He is decisive. He does not worry about things out of his control. But he takes responsibility for what is. He does not get angry. He has a very mild temperament.

He respects and honors the Priesthood.

He is smart. He sees things others miss. 

He forgives me over and over. He doesn't hold a grudge and make me feel guilty. He wills me to be a better person. He sees me better than I see myself.

I love Mr Smith. Today, and every day.

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Valentines past

Mr Smith made me dinner our first Valentines, although I'm not even sure we were exclusively dating at that point. But he wanted to hang out with me and it just so happened to be Valentines day, ha. So, I got my one and only red rose from Mr Smith. He felt he had to cave a little since I didn't really know him too well yet. He also made pizza dough. This same dough he refuses to ever make again, sadly. As far as my memory goes, it was a perfect quiet evening. And so the tradition continues, without the red rose of course, and papa johns makes our dough, HA.