Sometimes I have no idea how I was so lucky to have found
salvbard in my life. A few thoughts collected over the last few weeks.
I love that:
- he brings me home one of those "apple pie in a box" food-like guilty pleasures if he goes to McDonalds
- when I start to stir in the morning, he just murmurs and snuggles closer
- he knows when I need more space and when I just need a hug
- he respects my ability to figure things out for myself
- but is patient when I need help
- he will sing me my silly little songs to cheer me up
- he is able to find every knot in my body and help remove them
- he always wants the same thing for breakfast but claims it is new and exciting
- he always takes time to notice the effort I have put into something
- that he values my creativity
- that he wants a photo of himself in Frankfurt with a frankfurter