He makes me laugh when I’m close to tears,

And holds me tight when I feel I may fall apart.

He dries my tears when I can’t see the kleenex,

And he makes it feel like home when I feel alone.

 

I’m not sure if he realizes just how much he does,

So much more than food on the table

And a roof over our heads.

 

It’s the way he holds and looks at our daughter,

The way he can laugh at almost anything.

It’s the way he encourages even the smallest thing,

And the way he always lends a helping hand.

 

I truly do love this man.