.....thank you.....**

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beloved LEGS....

....I kissed Karmella yesterday. 

More than once. 

Because after the first time I realized something.  Its been a long time since I have done that.  Puckered my lips and given a kiss.  It felt stiff and unfamiliar.....

Since then I have been kissing her more than she probably likes.  Just because.....I don't want to forget what it feels like to kiss......I don't want to forget what it feels like to give love......in the form of a kiss.......

....Summer is gone.....the leaves have started changing and falling off the trees, its been colder and darker.....the perfect weather for cuddling....I have felt myself become a little more melancholy and I am fighting the urge to be lazier......

But....yesterday was a very nice sunny day....I opened the windows in the house to let the warm but crisp air circulate and as usual in NEVER NEVER LAND, black flies infiltrated.....I was this close to yelling out "FLY SLAYER I need you!"  I miss the way you rescue me.  Instead of being rescued, I just sucked them up in the vacuum cleaner.

....I want to thank you for something.  I want to thank you for loving me.  

Okay stop it- I know you are probably rolling your eyes or sighing with the thought in your mind- that it ain't no thing......but it is.  Its something really, really big, and possibly, in my eyes- one of your greatest achievements. 

I saw something yesterday.  

I wanted to thank you for never with your actions, your words, or your behavior, cheapening your love for me. 

....you have never (that I know of) spoken words so harshly against my character that people would second guess me, you have never admitted any kind of infidelity, emotional, physical or otherwise, you have never acted in any way to make others question your devotion and commitment to me.....at this point I probably owe you an apology because....I may be only slightly guilty of these things....

.....your the better man, the better half, LEGS.....I have never suffered a look of pity, a heartache, a smirk, a rumor, a question,  a whisper behind my back....and because of that your words mean everything they are supposed to mean.....because you are a man of honor, of truth.  When you say you love me, it can't be shook, guessed, questioned, or even answered.

I aspire to be the kind of woman who deserves that kind of man.  I aspire to be the kind of person you are, because when you say you love me, people stop dead in their tracks, they hold their breath, they look in awe of you, because they know deep down in their soul, wide across this Universe, and into whatever awaits us after this life......you mean it.

....Just another day in the life of an unlikely military wife.....**