Why do I love thee? Let me list the ways.
I love the blonde of your curls and the way they bounce when you laugh.
I love the blue of your eyes and the way they shoot summer sunshine whenever the light hits them just right.
I love how you blush when you talk about guys.
And how you can, mid-laugh, stop me from making that joke by the way the outside corners of your eyes tighten ever so slightly.
I love the way you twirl you hair around one finger when you’re sitting next to a guy you’ve got a slight crush on.
I love how you tuck your feet under you when you sit and want the person to know they have your full attention.
I love that he most sincere look I’ve ever seen in my life framed your face when you said you’d change my dad’s diapers.
I love how your right knee comes to your left and you duck your chin when you imitate acting girly.
I love how there’s a wave down your expression as you apply your counselor face when a friend starts having emotional issues.
I love the twitch you get when you’re on call and certain clients call. I never know who they are, but I can tell some of their issues just from the way your lips tighten and a little line comes between your brows.
I love that you say “I’m sorry” at least 50 times a week.
I love that you laugh with your whole spirit.
I love that you have a porch that is almost covered with green, growing things.
I love that your stupid cat bites me every time I pet him and you defend him by telling me what a sweetheart he is to you.
I love your kid.
l love how you’ve overcome so much in your life and still manage to always look for the best in people.
I love how you bring out the best in me.
I love you, Tamara, and I wish I could tell you how much.
