1. He's insistant that I go to Chicago later this month to meet up with internet friends. I tried to say that I shouldn't spend the money given that we're paying a buttload of taxes this year. Then I tried to say that if I went, I wouldn't spend a bunch of money while there. He not only instisted that I go, he told me that I should get a $50 glass of wine while there. Now I don't think that I could spend $50 on 4 onuce of wine at any point in my life, but I love him for saying that. And I love him for recognizing that I need this trip and being ok with me going.
2. He pushed me to learn how to ride a motorcycle. All my life I've been the hesitant one. I grew up being told that I can't do things. I wasn't pushed to try things with the knowledge that a failure doesn't just mean failure, it means I learned a lesson in failing. Pete pushed me to lear to ride by buying me the class for a Valentine's gift one year. And I couldn't be happier. The feeling of riding my own motorcyle is one that I can't acurately explain. It's freedom and confidence, power and connection, boisterous and beauty, exploration and observing, peaceful and zenlike, plus a whole bunch of other things.
3. He goes to the gym with me. He's my support and cheerleader. He understands what it's like to work out when you don't want to. He understands the small goals of completing a 5K on the treadmill or 15 minutes on the stairstepper. He sees my body changing and reminds me that pounds does not always equal more healthy. He watches my eating and doesn't comment on the bad stuff, but encourages the good stuff.
4. He loves me for who I am. He loves me for who I am right now, at this very moment and will will love me 3 weeks from now as I am as well as 30 years from now, as I am. He is the first person who loved me, not for who I might be, who I was or any other thing. He loves me for me. And I love him in return.
5. He makes me smile. He says little things, texts me jokes and comments. He smiles and I smile. He smiles and my heart melts all over again, just like it did the first time I met him. I knew that first date that he would be mine. It took longer that I thought and we didn't take the easy way to marriage, but I loved his smile then and I'll love it when I'm 80.