A number of years ago, on a gorgeous, snowy winter night in February, one month after we'd met, and right after we had slid home on our shoes down an empty, icy 7th avenue, RK and I first said, "I love you." Right then and there, I wanted to run to the roof and yell out to all of New York City, to all of the world: I LOVE THIS MAN SO MUCH!!!
Three years ago, today, still feeling exactly the same way, we found a way to tell our friends and family (and some runners and some people riding segues, and some walking their dogs) in a very public park, at our wedding.
And today, all these years later, I have the opportunity to shout it out again to the blogosphere:
I LOVE THIS MAN SOOOOOO MUCH!!!
I love the way he holds my hand. I love the way he pulls me closer to him when we're walking down a sidewalk and some wacky person is heading right for me and I'm not paying attention. I love that he introduces me to new music every week. I love that he lets me warm my freezing cold feet on his warm legs. I love the way he laughs to tears when I'm trying to tell him about a song or a movie that I can't remember. I love that he listens to me talk and talk and talk. I love the way he takes care of our plants. I love that he writes poetry and sometimes reads it to me. I love that he can play instrument after instrument. I love that he wants to know what I'm wearing when we go out for a big dinner or to a wedding, so he can wear a complimentary outfit. I love that he looks out for my health. I love his eyebrows. I love his nose. I love that we have the same crooked teeth. I love the way he smells. I love his lips. I love the way he continues to try to explain computer technology to me, even when he sees my eyes glaze over. I love his unending patience for my tardiness to every event we attend. I love when he talks to his brother on the phone they usually end up in hysterical laughter and talking in a brotherly language only they understand. I love the way he gets along with my family. I love how he puts his hand on the small of my back and dances with me even though I have two left feet. I love how we are both in (happy) awe over how much we constantly enjoy each others company.
Whether it's January 10th or October 1st, I love you RK.