This man. This man is a hard one to concentrate around.
He gets me all tied up in knots and can get my goat so easily. He is insufferable, and knows it: and worse yet: knows how to be insufferable but still get me laughing with just the squeeze of a knee or a funny voice. Do you know how FRUSTRATING it is to TRY and be angry at someone who is making you laugh?
Really and truly, I am a goner.
How could I not be with a man like this?
How did he ever learn to make such a heart-stopping gaze as that?!? Is there a school somewhere for that or is it innate? I certainly missed THAT gene.
But gaze aside: he has magical powers that can make my heart go all aflutter even while he is unconscious. Even when he is like this:
What great forces are at work here, pray tell?
And then, there are the times when He really wants to do me in-- when in an instant he pulls something like THIS
And in but a moment, my knees have gone weak and *swoon*, I'm swept away.
It's really quite unfair. I am unequal to the task. POWERLESS, I tell you.
But then~ THEN. I look down.
And see the complete unfairness of it all. The desperate straights I am in: because when I look down, I see this:
And my heart goes pitter pat.
Oh, dear me.
How can I combat TWO heart-wrenchingly dear souls? How will I ever stand firm against their weaponry? Weapons of piercing pools of dark chocolate with deep twinkles and dimpled chins?
And today: a freshly cut head of hair. Nothing is sweeter.
And what about that boy-childs neck? No longer the rolled, pudgy neck of a baby; somewhere, sometime it became the neck of a boy, thinned and purposed. WHY did that happen, and HOW did I miss this?!?
It just isn't right, me being outnumbered with them.
I might as well just lay down and roll over, because there ain't no coming up against my boys.
I have no fight left in me....