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.








