Looking at her now, she still takes my breath away. She's still as gorgeous as she was on our wedding day. Her dark curls frame her face, making her look more like a model. Her eyelashes flutter whenever she blinks.
Seeing her approach our table was magical. Her dress clung to her amazing figure. I don't know how she's kept herself in shape after all those years, we've been together. Even after the kids, she still does not look a year over twenty. I wonder what her secret is. Once she's made her way towards me, I get out my chair to greet her. She smiles her pearly whites, showing that she appreciates me pulling out her chair for her. She often likes to remind me that she does not need to be taken care of, but she likes to be spoiled now and again. Like tonight, our 15th wedding anniversary.
I love that she let me keep my plans for tonight as a secret. I'm not as imaginative as other men, but I like to think that I'm romantic. I left a single rose on her bedside this morning on her bedside table before I left to go to work. Whilst at work, I sent a bouquet of orchids to be delivered to her office. They're her favourite flowers, so I imagine that her face lit up when she saw them. To end the day with a candle lit meal at a pricey restaurant and a romantic stroll.
I sat patiently, listening to all her stories of what happened at work. I was still drinking up her appearance. I can lose myself in her eyes. Sometimes, you can see stars in them. They are always filled with love, even when we're fighting. I love her laugh where she wrinkles her nose, it plays with my foolish heart. She swirls her wine in her glass as she laughs about poor Sandra being hit on by the office creep. I reach my hand across to grasp hers and massage the back of it with my thumb.
She never ceases to amaze me. She has raised our children to be sensible, balanced individuals. They always say grace before eating, never once refused to go to church and always polite. I'm sure that's 90% her doing. She's calm and has a healthy moderating influence on everyone we meet. She's an angel. I'm lucky to be able to be in her presence. Most of all, I'm lucky that she's my wife and I'm her husband. My beautiful Mrs Abbott.
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