By JM Date: 5 August 1998
He makes me laugh until my stomach hurts. He always has a smile…just for me. He treats my children like he would his own. He knows a car engine inside and out. He can fix anything in the house. The things he builds are “works of art.” He has patience when I don’t (and visa versa). He calls me on the phone just to talk. He takes pride in the things he owns. He is not materialistic or mercenary. He respects me and my ideas. He encourages my creativity and dreams. I love to watch him airbrush. His wild side is exciting. He takes the time to teach me things I don’t know about or have never done before. He looks great in leather. He loves his family passionately. He has his own sense of style. He is not afraid to cry. He can cut hair like any professional stylist. He wants to teach me to ride a motorcycle. He can take apart and fix any computer. He has a great tattoo and is proud of it. He has a wonderful singing and speaking voice. He’s in touch with his own emotions. He is intelligent. He plays endlessly with my boys. He listens to my words, thoughts and ideas. He is passionate with, to and for me. He loves our garden as much as I do. He is a multi-talented artist (repetitive, I know). He does not procrastinate. He’s not your “typical dumb blue-eyed blonde (sorry if this offends anyone).” He wears a diamond stud well. He appreciates the value of hard work. He can build a mean fire with newspapers. He appreciates the “simple things in life.” He thinks I am a wonderful poet. He will accept help from others. He keeps me centered…emotionally and physically. We trust one another. He loves to watch movies at home. He LOVES my cooking! He has a very diverse resume’. We both dream of 5+ acres, trucks, toys. He reads the newspaper almost every day. He tries to save money on routine purchases. He turned me on to corned beef hash. He smells damned good!!! He helps others whenever he can…willingly. He likes himself and it shows. He quit smoking after 10 years and will support me when I do at the end of this month. A quiet night at home with me is a turn-on to him. He thinks I am beautiful and is proud of me. He loves tropical fish as much as I do. He traded work for my Christmas present in 1997. He didn’t give up on love after he’d been burned. He can cook. He will get up out of bed even when he doesn’t have or want to. He is not just “another pretty face.” He indulges my love for Mexican food. We can finish eachother’s sentences. We realize what we have in one another and don’t take it for granted. He has a joke for every occasion. He loves to go shopping. He loves anything by candlelight. He turned me on to the U.F.C. He loves Gerard Deperdieu, too. We both appreciate Bud Light. He doesn’t arrive late. He is tall. He taught me to Rollerblade. His ideas are virtually non-exhaustive. He will try anything once. He’s reliable. You can dress him up AND take him out. He makes me feel safe. He asks me what I did today (even if he knows). He doesn’t watch football (he’d rather play). He loves tomatoes, steak, corn and lobster too. He is conscientious. He won’t make a promise he doesn’t intend to keep. He lets me shave him. We rode 13 miles in the blinding, pouring rain (on bikes). He is always “there” for me. He’s not afraid to try to do anything. He only wants me to be happy. When he puts his mind to something, it’s as good as done. He will tell me the truth, even if it hurts. He has changed his way of doing some things just because I have needed him to. His photos are his most important possession. He put new brakes on my car. He’s my friend, too. He can put a new roof on a house. He doesn’t have to go out on New Year’s Eve. He is teaching himself to play the guitar. He loves Tostitos and cheese salsa, too. He turned me on to Ace Ventura Pet Detective and I laughed my butt off. We both love the Discovery Channel and the Learning Channel. He treats me like an equal.
Needless to say, I could go on and on. Thank you, Sean, for giving me the gift of love and a second chance at happiness. I love you. JM.