This Guy I Know

So, there's this guy I know.

He's kind of skinny - but, in a really cute way.

He's got red hair, and it's the perfect shade. Not too bright, not too dark. It looks great with his green eyes.

This guy I know has a terrific smile. It lights up his face.

This guy - he's smart. Really smart, even though he doesn't seem to think so. I know he's smart because he can write like nobody's business. He's always been a talented writer. In fact, he was the sports editor for our hometown paper. Now, he travels all over the place, working for rail companies and writing newsletters.

He's a hard worker.

This guy is observant, too. The other day, when I decided to part my hair on the other side of my head, this guy noticed immediately and told me "it looked weird." I didn't know if I should be offended - or happy that this guy noticed something so small so quickly.

This guy - he helps clean up after I cook and helps wash the dishes. He knows that I hate washing dishes, so when it's time to wash the pots and pans, he's all over it so all I have to do is dry.

When I have a camera in my hands, this guy is shy. He never wants his picture taken, even though I love to take it. When he's traveling for weeks on end, I love to look at his picture. I love to search his face, look at his handsome smile and peer into his green eyes.

This guy teases me until I almost can't take it anymore. He loves to give me a hard time, he never takes it too far.

When I don't like the way I look in clothes, can't get my hair just right or complain about not being skinny enough, this guy always tells me that I look beautiful in his own, special way. This guy makes me feel honored to be with him.

This guy I know, he cleans the shower if I ask him to, makes me soup if I'm sick, drives me to the doctor when I have a broken arm and helps keep me sane when I think I have no sanity left.

This guy is generous and loyal. He cherishes his family and cares about his friends. He's wrapped around his nieces' fingers and loves to wrestle with his nephews.

This guy plays softball in super cute baseball pants and made an awesome play at first last Friday. This guy is hard on himself when he thinks he screwed up, but he still knows how to have a good time.

This guy has a sense of humor that fits me like a glove. He always knows what to say to make me laugh, cheer me up or take the pain away.

He loves to talk about our future. He loves to think about the kids we'll have, the names we'll give them, the sports they'll play and the way they'll look.

I guess you could say that I know this guy well.

In fact, I guess you could say that I couldn't live without this guy.

This guy is my husband. My Scoop. And, I'm pretty much head over heels in love with him.