How I Love Kim

The thing that you don't know about me is that I am actually a hopeless, sappy, chick-flick crying romantic.  I love my wife.  The ensuing lack of biting wit is brought on by a bout of moist eyed reflection.  How wonderful is it in this life to have someone  by your side?  I have someone who is walking with me, in lockstep through every joy, heartache, success and burnt dinner; a partner, a friend, the other part of me.  I'm not sure how to describe the feeling of being in it together, all of it.  I know I can't describe the kind of patience Kim possesses to be that person for me.  Of course, I know she says that it takes patience to return the gesture, but I know you agree with me.  I love her.  I can't wait for the next milestone, I can't wait to pick her up from work!  I can't wait to send her a message to say I actually wrote in my blog; and to say "I love you."