the little things i love about him...
the twinkle in his eye when he laughs;
the furrow in his brow when he concentrates;
the way he always has a hand on the little guy's back when they both take a nap on the couch;
that he really is such a Boy Scout;
the way he's infinitely patient with a room full of 20+ to sometimes 60+ boys;
the way that he likes to tinker with things;
the sound of his laugh;
the slide of his arms around my waist when he walks in the door from work;
the look in his eye when he wants to leave the party to do something far better;
the feel on his hand in the small of my back when he knows i most need comforting;
his ability to really make the best of any situation;
the smell of him;
the drift of his breath along the back of my neck as we are sleeping;
the semi-possessive slide of his leg along mine when I finally crawl into bed after a long day and night of catching up on work;
the way he slides back into the bed for just 10 minutes every morning after he has showered and dressed and before he leaves for work;
the feel of his favorite well worn t-shirt;
the scratch of his goatee along my cheek;
the way he moves with me around the kitchen when we cook together;
the annoying "what's for dinner" routine he starts every day just before he gets off work;
his capacity to love.
Sounds to me that you love him very much. :-)