I am thinking

I am thinking. 

I sit here and look at you, you are right next to me so it is easy, however, I am never subtle about it. 

Subtlety was never my strong suit, but I like to do this to see you. To truly see you. I look at your eyes first. Brightest blue and the shape of them, I branch out from there and see the wrinkles from lots of smiles. I then expand from there to look at your nose, your straight as a board nose that leads to your beard and mouth. I was never a beard person, I was always someone who loved clean-cut, but on you, I swoon. I expand further to your cheeks, ears, and hair... I smile because you look shocked at me like I am being awkward and the answer is I probably am, but I want to see you for who you are, for the beauty in the imperfectly perfect. You are beautiful to me. I wait to hear you speak and listen to your voice resonate in my ears. I could get lost in your words you know, but it is more than that. I am enthralled. I look at your hands now, the hands that have held mine and made many promises. The hands that have held our children are strong, callused hands of someone who works hard. I look at the whole picture and I wonder how the person I am looking at became the person that chooses me every day and how you are so much more than the picture. There is charisma, presence, and intelligence behind that devilish grin. There is more when I keep looking but you just look at me funny and say "why are you staring?" 

I smile. It's because you do not see what I see and that is a wonder.