I am happy

As we prepare to go out, she turns and ask me, "How do I look?"
After a brief second, she laughs at herself. It s that little laugh that makes my stomach do a flip.
"You look wonderful." I reply with complete honesty.

She knew what the answer would be. It is always the same answer. She never looks bad. At 6:30 AM, 9:00 PM, sleeping, cooking, driving, watching TV. She always looks wonderful.
No other person in the world is as lucky as me. She is the reason I get up in the morning. That I come home every night. When I have to spend a night away from her, I hate it. I don’t want to do it. I spent my whole life looking for her, and now that she is here, I don’t want to miss a thing. That’s our song. That’s my life.

I could not be happier spending time with world leaders, movie stars, or authors. Just being in the same room with her, doesn’t matter if I’m reading a book and she’s on the phone with a friend, makes me happy. Holding hands with her, even after almost two years, thrills me.

Now we can go back to the regular blogging. I just want to put in to perspective why all the little things, politics, stupid rules at work and in the world mean nothing. It is all left behind, when I walk into our home and there she is.

Even after a day running around with kids and washing the dog, she looks wonderful.