My Frenchman makes my heart melt. Sometimes I look at him and I go all mushy. Sometimes he looks at me and I can feel the love in his eyes.
I’ll give you a few examples:
A few weeks ago, he kissed my forehead, stroked my hair and said I smelled nice. The gentleness of his gesture, his warm smile and the look in his eyes were beautiful.
Last night when we were in the metro, I gave him a little present and he beamed and kissed me. His unbridled happiness at the little things always takes my breath away.
The other week we were in line for the theatre and my hands were cold. He took them in his hands to warm them up and blew on them. His thoughtfulness is so caring, I feel he’ll always be there for me.
Often when I say he’s a kind man, he says, “I’m not kind, I’m in love.” But I know for a fact he’s kind with everyone, it’s who he is. Let’s say he’s especially kind with me 🙂
Generally, he knows instinctively when to just listen or make me laugh. Wanting to know what happened at work and actually taking an interest shows how caring he is. Making me giggle shows how much he knows me and when I need to let it go.
When he surprises me and picks me up from work, I can’t help but smile. Because he knows how much I love seeing him when I’m not expecting it. I’ll often jump in his arms and he’ll lift me up off the ground. As if we haven’t seen each other in 2 weeks, when we just saw each other that morning 🙂
My Frenchman is a great cook. Often he’ll ask me not to come into the kitchen because he’s preparing something special and wants it to be a surprise. Yummy! He also bakes cakes. That totally seals the deal for me 🙂
One month away from our 3-year anniversary of the day we met, I’m still just as in love. If not more.