Trish Coleman

My Husband

My Husband My husband holds my hand when we walk. He gives me forehead kisses after he kisses my lips. He holds the door open loads groceries into the car and brings them into the house. He winks at me with his sexy little side grin. He tells me he loves me every chance he gets just out of the blue. He knows when my body has had enough, and I start getting achy long before I tell him. He knows when my anxiety is winning and often before the panic attacks hit and he knows just what to do to prevent them. He can quickly stop them when they do hit. He wipes my tears. He gives me random gifts that he knows I would love. He praises me. He tells everyone he loves me. Everyone he meets or talks to knows exactly how he feels about me and how I make him happy. He sings to me. He tells me I’m beautiful inside and out. He tells me that I am worth something, that I matter and most of all he has made me see it and believe it. I love him so very much. I have never had anyone love me as much as this beautiful man does.