Reasons I love my man...

My husband is Royce Allen Hunt and we have been married for nearly four years. I love him more than I could possibly say with words...but never the less I want to try.
I love my man...
for the cute way the hair on the top of his head curls,
for the way he tries to flatten it out (and the look on his face when he does it),
for the way he listens to me (even when I'm going on and on and on about something),
because he volunteers to change (and clean up after [we use cloth diapers]) poopy diapers,
for the way he runs his hands through my hair for ever so long (although he might be tired of it, but knows I really really like it),
for the way he looks in navy blue or army green pants,
for the way he knows when I need a hug,
because he lets me cry when I need to,
because he brings out the best in me,
for the way he gently corrects me when I'm wrong,
for God giving me such a considerate man...when I can be very inconsiderate,
for the weird inside jokes we have together,
because I can be myself around him all the time,
because he reminds me of Mr. Rogers,
because it's me he likes, the way I am right now, the way down deep inside me,
because I see God in him,
the way he gets excited about something he's discovered reading his Greek New Testament,
for the way he holds me when I'm scared or just when I'm falling asleep,
for the many times he runs out for the ice cream or chocolate I've just "got to have",
because he's not normal and is delightfully weird,
for the way he repeatedly says "Okay" or "Alright" when he's flustered,
for the way he frequently says "Oops!",
for the way he regularly helps around the house without being asked,
for the way he empathizes with the pain of others (as if he feels it himself),
for the way he loves our little girl, Millie Anne,
because he laughs at my jokes (even when I'm telling it for the 100th time!),
because he massages my sore spots when he's just as sore and tired,
for the way his glasses are always sliding down his nose,
because he likes to read,
because he doesn't get into sports (I don't have to vie for his attention on Monday nights, etc.),
for the way he can just look at me and I am enveloped in his love,
because he likes the way I look, even (perhaps especially) when I don't,
for the gentle way he confronts others/deals with conflict or concerns,
because he almost always listens to both sides of a story before forming an opinion,
because he's handy around the house,
because he knows how to fix cars,
because he's good with computers,
for the way he lights up when I cook or bake something for him,
for the way he thinks through current issues of the day,
because he give people the benefit of the doubt when I'm upset with them,
for the little hairs on his fingers,
...and so many more reasons!