When love speaks

There are times I wonder why I love the Captain. He would have me believe it is because he is the easiest man alive. But I suspect he is not telling the truth. Or his capacity for self-delusion is greater than I thought. It is not for his ability to muddle up the alphabetised books on the bookshelves. Nor for the disagreement that has been simmering over the laundry for about twenty one years. It is probably not for his wild impetuosity or reckless nature either. And I do not believe that I could ever find his feet attractive even if though they are inherently a part of him and therefore I must love them.

However, days like today make me realise that there are a myriad of things about him that I do find deeply attractive. He knew I had a busy day. He knew I would not be able to visit my tree (who I am thinking of naming Lavinia. I am just trying it out for size currently). He also noticed the snow. He remembered me mentioning that I would like a tree photo in the snow. So, he re-arranged his working from home schedule to incorporate a brisk run down the hill in order to take a few snaps.


*sigh* Do not tell him, but I think he might just be perfect after all.