I think I'm lucky that he chose me, and I him. He's patient and mature, forgiving and sincere. Kind, and excellent with our children. Very honest and straightforward. Loving to a fault. Always trying hard ... maybe too hard. At 47, he looks much as he did in his 30s except for the hair. He is handsome, distinguished, and funny. He is also terribly intelligent and even a little geeky. He can fix things himself -- I respect this more than anything. Amazingly, he is an excellent dancer. Enjoys good food and wine without being snarky about it. Loves travel and new experiences, and is also a homebody in a good way.
Did I say I think I'm lucky? I love being lucky.
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