Why I Love Him.

There’s something sacred about knowing someone truly sees you.... not just the curated parts, not just the best days.... but all of you. That’s what I have with him.

I love him for the way he looks at me when I’m spiraling.

He doesn’t walk away.

He stays .... calm, steady, and real.

He grounds me.

He doesn’t just listen to my rants. He hears my heart behind them.

He doesn’t try to fix every feeling. He just makes room for them.

And when the world makes me feel misunderstood, dramatic, or “too much,” or " Not enough "

he meets me right where I am ... not with judgment, but with love.

I love him for the way he laughs with me.

Like, truly laughs.

At inside jokes. At dumb memes. Even in awkward moments, we end up belly-laughing ...

like the kind that reminds you love isn’t always candlelight and poetry.

Sometimes it’s ridiculous, raw, and absolutely perfect.

He’s the one I tag in Facebook posts ...not just because he’s my husband,

but because he gets it.

Because he’ll laugh at the post too.

He’s not afraid to stand beside me ...publicly and privately.

He's really here. Through it all. In sickness and in health.

For richer or for poorer.

For better or for worse.

He's here.

I love him for the way he holds space for the tender parts of me.

The parts that still ache.

The parts that fear being too complicated or broken or too much of a burden.

Too sick.

He doesn’t run from those pieces. He embraces them.

He covers them with love, patience, and a little humor.

He helps me breathe easier, feel safer, and show up as my full self.

There is no pretending with him.

There is no mask.

There is just us ....messy, growing, grace-filled us.

And that is more than I ever dreamed I’d find.

I love him because he's my best friend. He has always been my best friend.... for 9 years now...

When I doubt myself, he doesn’t.

When I want to give up, he grabs my hand and says, “Let’s do this together.” "I'm here" " I love you" " I wouldn't trade this for anything"

When I’m too tired to fight for joy, he brings it to me ... in memes, in kisses, in chocolate milk. In ice caps....In the way he simply stays.

I love him…

because his love never asks me to shrink.

It only invites me to bloom.

We truly are..."Fire on fire"

Like sam Smith sings about...our song...

That man...is my everything.

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"Though one may be overpowered, two can defend th

emselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken."- Ecclesiastes 4:12

Kristen, Unfiltered Xo 💋