He’s the guy who touches the sky. He hangs from cables and works his magic. People stop and stare. The places he goes and the things he does — oh how he amazes me. He thrills me! He works so hard, and he’s so very good at what he does. I respect that immeasurably.
He sent me a text message the other day: “I sprayed your name on the building two stories up. Everyone can see your name in Pioneer Square, my love bug.”
And so he did.
It makes me think, betcha by golly wow — you’re the one that I’ve been dreaming of forever.
And so he is.
There’s something about this guy… He has a heart of gold. He is kind. He is gentle. He is good. He smiles and the warmth of his presence lights up the room. He is tall. My head fits perfectly in that wonderful place between his shoulder and his neck. His eyes are the most beautiful blue, and not only beautiful because they are blue, but beautiful because they are the windows to his soul. He shines, this man. He is smart. He is more than competent. He is confident and enthusiastic. He is compassionate. He is responsible. He is fine and upstanding. He is strong, mature, educated, thoughtful, playful, sensitive, wise, elegant, savvy, honest, healthy, trustworthy, fun, dependable, interesting, passionate, alive, affectionate, communicative, understanding, and patient. In a word, excellent.
He sings to me, for me, and with me. He makes my heart pound and takes my breath away.
He has a heart for me.
And I am so very blessed to be the woman of his dreams.