Sunbathing in Your Radiance

I was sitting here reading while Andrew played his guitar, and it hit me, as it sometimes does, how much I adore this man I get to see everyday. I sometimes can't believe my luck. 
Andrew has more depth to him than most people, and he is so loving and silly.  I sometimes get so happy by little things with him.  Like the other day I went to call him to let him know I was on my way home, and it struck me as I pressed the first speed dial button that he was the FIRST speed dial person.  I've called him this way a million times.  I don't know why, but it just made me so happy that I had him as my #1.
We reach for each other often in the middle of the night, just to make sure one another is there. In the morning it is usual for me to wake to snuggles. We make each other laugh repeatedly with a million little "inside jokes." We have our own rediculous language that I'm sure would sound foreign to anyone other than us. And I am always calmed by his voice. I delight in taking care of him, and why not? He takes such care of me.
His hands strum his guitar, and I am reminded of when we were first dating. I used to watch the way his fingers plucked and pressed the strings on his Taylor, and I felt myself falling in love.
It is the same still.

I've got to go, I've got more Andrew to listen to.