I could not count the ways

 Tonight during dinner, which I was delighted to be sharing with my lovely wife, I was asked what was on my mind.  Undoubtedly my gaze had become distant and unfocused and that often leaves the other person at the table wondering....fair enough.  Instead of shaking my head or otherwise waving off the question, I decided to answer with the simple truth that "I was reflecting on the things I love about you."

 It turns out there are way worse things you can say to your wife than that.  In fact, my statement was well received indeed.  Ah, but it can't be left there, nor did I want it to be.  These things should be said from time to time I think.  Out loud. On purpose. And not to some other semi-disinterested party.  

 And it's interesting to discover that my love doesn't spring from the big stuff.  Not from profound, sweeping, or indefinable traits, accomplishments, or abilities.  It's the curve of your nose.  Your unmistakable giggle that can speak paragraphs in a second.  My love springs from the way you so often know exactly what I'm going to say, but  patiently wait for me to form the words.  And that knowing look you give as I arrive at my wordy conclusion.  

  My love for you is reborn like a new star every time you nestle in and remind me that I am your counterpart.  When your soft kiss so often takes me back to the very first one, which is the last memory I'd ever give up.  From your shuffling, blinking, grudging start to the new day to your astounding night-owl energy beyond day's end, you give me countless reasons to love you.  Little things to love about you.  

 You, my love, have accomplished many grand things in your lifetime.  Earned degrees and awards, and the respect of many people along the way.  But tonight when I think of what I love about you, behind my distant and unfocused gaze, I think of how you knew I'd love some steaming apricot jell-o water for my cold, and that it's so damn sexy the way you're looking at me over the top of your reading glasses right now... xoxx