His eyes rove over me, drinking in all my curves. And there are a few after three children and twenty three years together. But his eyes still sparkle with delight when I slip off my clothes at the end of the night. His lips seek out mine, hungry but sweet. Lips that gently brush against my skin, telling me I am the only woman in the world-in his world. The only world for me.
My dear sweet husband, today's post is for you. I probably don't tell you often enough, not near as much as you deserve. You are amazing, and I love you!