listen up, gents.

and boy, do i love my gent.

i've caught a good one.

lovebird is the epitome of a gentleman.

by the books, he does all the 'right' things.

you know, those stereotypical gentleman rules:

opens the door for me always.  

says his pleases and thank you's. 

doesn't burp out loud {partly because i won't let him}. 

walks on the outside of the street. so protective. 

surprises me with kisses, flowers and gifts regularly.

wears bow ties.

is beyond loyal and trustworthy.

can totally rock the 5 o'clock shadow.

tells me i'm beautiful every single day. 

{not joking. even when we both know i look like poo.}

 listens intently to what i'm saying. that's big.

loves sports, but will sit through a ballet.

holds the priesthood and has an unwavering testimony.

is quick to forgive and forget.

supports his wife {that's lucky me} in every circumstance.

looks sexy in pj's and sharp in a suit.

talks of his mother, often. 

{that's when you know you've really caught a good one.}

strong and manly, yet sensitive and emotional. 

obedient and dependable.

and is my best friend.

that's the list of a true gentleman.

oh, how i love him.