The Man of Her Dreams Comes to Break the Spell

"Oh, I love you baby. More than the whole wide world. I'm your woman. You know you are my pearl. so let's go out past the party lights, where we can finally be alone. Come with me. We can take the long way home. Come with me, together, we can take the long way home." ~Norah Jones "The Long Way Home"

It's way past bed-time. I'm tired. Crazy tired. But yet, can't find it in me to sleep. I almost feel like a force is pulling on me, but where it's pulling me, I don't know.
I think what is pulling at me is thoughts of my Bry. All that he is doing to try to make sure we survive. He gives so much so selflessly, to ensure my happiness. And the happiness of our wee litt'l tykes. Days, weeks go by with him working so hard, giving so much and I never stop to say how much it means to me. I think you (i.e we as humans) enter into relationships with best of intentions, and just through the toils of daily living - surviving - you take each other for granted.
There's a lot that I'm not sure of. Even more that I'll never know. But what I do know is how that man makes me feel. Like the most loved, desireable, beautiful, crazy woman in the world. I know that I love him like I've loved no other. He is my strength, my comfort, my distraction. He knows me like no other. He knows what I'm thinking by the way I sigh, the way I roll my eyes, or smile in that coy way. He knows that I stand for good, that I always want to be fair and just. He also understands that that look on my face isn't a mad or sad face. It's just the way my face is. He knows more than anyone, how hard I am on myself. How I expect so much from myself and therefore, expect so much from others.
What he doesn't know is how in his eyes, I get lost and saw there, for the first time in my life, true happiness.
Does he drive me up a freaking wall? Abso-f*cking-lutely. Does he do little things that are nothing, but make me want to rip his toenails off? Damn skippy. But I couldn't live without those annoyances. He is more than I imagined I'd ever have.

"There is beauty in that silver singing river. There is beauty in that sunrise in the sky. But none of these and nothing else can touch the beauty that I remember in my true love's eye." ~Nickel Creek "Tomorrow is a Long Time"