do you remember when you’d come in, get yourself washed up in my bathroom, and you’d tiptoe (you always tiptoed) into the living room where i would be reading a bedtime story to my little girl, so we could go on and have s***** fun and loving for the night? i loved you in those moments, when you’d come upon me being a great mom and just have this real authentic smile of loving who i was. i wish we could have more of those little moments. i loved you for those little moments. the big picture of who you were as a person never mattered to me. those little moments and the way you always made sure i was pleased s*******, not holding back any part of yourself, i love that. you’re the best man. you really are.
