How is it that curling up after work and watching Shooter can be so romantic. I love all the different ways I can feel his love -- cuddling on the couch, eating together on lunch breaks at work, how he knows when I'm really struggling on a trail and his verbal encouragements, getting me coffee when he gets off work before me, smiling across the store, holding my hand while he drives, taking my three girls to the drive-in together -- there's so much and something new everyday. I love reading with him, discussing with him, asking him questions, mountain biking, driving ,sitting, cooking, eating, kissing, talking, everything. Every day is something completely new and different, and things are just deepening all the time. I never knew anyone could feel like this, never thought I could, never thought I deserved to. I wish I could remember all the things he says and does for me.