He grinned his crooked smile at me, stopping my breath and my heart. I couldn’t imagine how an angel could be any more glorious. There was nothing about him that could be improved upon.
Bella Swan, Twilight, Chapter 12, p.241
A few of you may be surprised that I love the "Twilight" series. I admit that the sensuality in the books does push the envelope as far as what I generally tolerate.
But here's why I love them so much:
They help me remember what it was like to first fall in love with the man whom I would marry. After 11 1/2 years of marriage (8 of which he was still in school), and 4 babies, sometimes daily life blurs those memories. But when I finished "Twilight" for the first time, I remembered that overpowering magnetic pull just to touch the one I love. I could feel the electric rush of our first few kisses. And it brought back memories of when we would talk for hours. When our time apart was spent counting the minutes until we were together again.
I am so lucky to have my own Edward Cullen! And, as I like to tease him, "You don't even have to suck my blood for us to be together forever!"
d.c. ~ e.c.
~He is so handsome. And in a young way. Many people meeting him for the first time have misjudged his age by about 15 years! And during the 13 years since I met him, he has changed very little. Like Edward's forever remaining 17. :)
~He cares about my feelings even more than his own.
~He is a perfect gentleman. He opens doors for me, and teaches our sons to do the same.
~He protects me. Maybe not from speeding trucks and enraged vampires, but he does handle all the spiders! (Yech).
~He has amazing musical talents. There have been memorable, romantic evenings when he has played just for me. (You would not believe how attractive a man playing Bach just for you can be!)
~No, he doesn't glitter in the sun. But he does tend to sneeze when he looks at the sun! teehee
~He has amber flecks in his eyes. I like to spend a lot of time looking into them.
~I really, really like to kiss him. And I really, really love to feel his arms around me.
~He listens to me, even when I'm completely emotional, and when I ramble on and on. He wants me to be happy.
As I think about gratitude and the things my Father in Heaven has blessed me with, I place my DC at the very top of the list.
In the past year, he has proven himself to be not only as loving as ever, but amazingly steady and constant. When I was in the throes of profound grief, having to fight even to get up in the morning and face another day without my baby, he got the boys up, made them breakfast, and took them to school. He never made me feel bad for this, or like a slacker. He has been so understanding. On nights when we were supposed to be having a date but I couldn't make myself be happy enough to even enjoy a movie, he brushed my hair and let me cry. He has cried with me, prayed for me, fasted for me, given me Priesthood blessings.
Oh, yes. I am so thankful for my husband.
I hope you have your own "DC", too.