Giving thanks

Given the theme of this blog and the sentiment of the holiday, I thought it would be a great opportunity to give thanks for what women bring to my life… women I’ve known, women I know who I wish I knew better, and women I may meet sometime in the future…

I give thanks…
…for the kind and loving smile that makes me feel at home.

…for the long hugs that lets me know you care.

…for the warm gentle kisses that lets me know you love me.

…for the deep, passionate kisses that lets me know you want me.

…for the goodbye kisses that lets me know you’ll miss me.

…for the motherly instinct that has you worry and fuss over me.

…for your handwriting, the unique way you express yourself putting pen to paper, the way you sign your name, or jot down a list of things to pick up at the store, or the sweet note you leave for me to find when I get home late.

…for the swell of your breasts, that amazingly provide nourishment for our newborns while also providing endless fascination to us men.

…for the curve of your hips, which I’ve talked about before…

…for the curve of your ass, which can be just as fascinating as your breasts, and make Casual/Jeans Friday an even better day.

…for your laughter, music to my ears and one of the best signs you’re glad I’m here.

…for your hands entwined with mine, or running through my hair, or drifting slowly down my chest, or holding me tight.

…for your lovely eyes, windows to your soul, telling me more than a thousand words can.

…for the eyelashes that so beautifully frame those eyes.

…for the way you move your head and shoulders while listening to a song you like (when getting to your feet and dancing isn’t an option).

…for the way you pull together a meal, from the quick and tasty creation that you whip up from whatever you find in the fridge and the cubbards, to the planned-out and delightfully executed special occasion dinner.

…for your beautiful mouth, quirked into a half-smile, or in a wide open grin… or with lips slightly parted and waiting for me.

…for your tongue, sticking out at me like a kid in jest, or moistening your lips, or touching mine in an open-mouth kiss.

…for the warmth of your skin, the energy you bring by your very presence near me.

…for the feel of your body pressed close against me.

…the sound of your voice, calling my name from across the room, singing along to your favorite song, breathless and fast in excitement or slow and slurry from sleep.

…for your soft hair, especially when you grow it long, so silky smooth to run my fingers through it, smelling so good from your shampoo that I want to breathe it in all time.

…for the expression on your face when you’re watching a good movie and don’t realize that I’m watching you.

…for the easy grace in which your body moves on a stroll through the park or at the beach.

…for your bare feet propped upon my legs on a warm summer day.

…for the adorable fuzzy slippers, pjs, or stocking caps you transform from being silly to being incredibly sexy.

…for your head on my shoulder at night, leaning against me tired after a really long day.