It's in the moments when I look over and see him content, absorbed in a book. A quiet reassurance. The moments when he is a human jungle gym to the delight of our children. A joyful addition. The moments when he pulls me away from the kitchen sink and holds me without saying word. A safe reminder of his love. He is supportive without expectation, he is honest without brutality, he is attentive without ulterior motive.
And I trust him. He doesn't hide things from me or raise his hand to me in anger or blame me for his own shortcomings.
He treats me like I'm valuable and precious.
I longed and cried and prayed for a love like this.