Love Him

Did you know I've never been more in love with you than now?

Levi remembered that we've been married 8 months today before I did. (To my credit, my coffee is not yet fully consumed this morning.) He texted me the above reminder (along with a bunch of typed-out kisses) when I woke up this morning, putting a brand new smile on my face just like he does every other day.

I never doubt how much he loves me. There's never a split second where I wonder or wish he would just love me a little bit more. I don't even know how he loves me more than the day we got married. I just assume it's the same way I love him more too. 

He's the one who does dishes for me after he's had a long day at work. He's the one who gets back out of bed when I forgot to get my glass of water. Then he rolls back out of bed at 4:30 in the morning to get on a bus that carries him to a desk where he pokes at a keyboard all day so that he can keep bringing flowers home to me. And then when he finds out that I don't really like daisies and strange kinds of blue-dyed flowers, he brings home roses instead just so I can look at some flowers I actually like.

When I don't hear him all the way out and start making objections to whatever he's thinking about, he doesn't get mad at me...he just gets that look on his face that says It doesn't really matter...we can talk about it later. And then I wonder how I ever got him in the first place.

I'm so glad he's mine and I'm so blessed to be so loved. And somehow I know that 8 more months down the road, although I'm not sure how it's possible, I'll love him even more.