I love how she runs her fingers through my hair. Without saying a word, she's said enough.

I love how she falls to the ground in playful laughter when I run my hands along her sides.

I love how she can handle her life and find happiness in the day to day. Yet, chose to let me in and watch it flourish.

I love that she puts her kids first always. When they're grown they'll know then what I know now.

I love that she never settled. Requiring a high reciprocal standard from a partners actions, beliefs and ways.

I love that she sent me that first message, because if not for that I'd still be a wandering soul.

And I love that, so much.