I've always known my husband was a little into himself. He was a stand-up comedian; nobody likes a humble comedian. He keeps a waterproof bucket in his closet full of his journals for the past 10 years. Frequently I will come home and find him waist-deep in memories spread all over our bedroom. The other day I was working on my laptop and Kyle curled up on the armchair across from me to read his favorite author: himself circa 2008. He laughed and cried at the drama that unfolded and shh-ed me when I almost spoiled the ending of his dating mishap.
But this is not the story I came to share today. Last night while we were getting ready for bed, Kyle looked in the mirror at me and said,
"Have I ever told you what beautiful eyes I have?"
Seriously.
I married a beautiful man. We may need to move somewhere with bigger doors just so he can get his head through them. teehee
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My name is Kyle Jepson, and I approve this message. (Though you could have found better pictures of me--neither one of these show off my beautiful eyes). ;)
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