The way his bum looks in corduroy trousers.

How he hasn’t left my side for more than 30 minutes since I’ve been in the hospital. It really means a lot to me to know I have someone that I can count on. 

He can be so playful. He loves to jump in puddles and wrestle and things like that. It’s one of the many, many reasons that he’ll be such an incredible dad.

Moony is never too hot in bed while we sleep. I’m a bloody furnace at night, but he’s always nice and cool. We balance each other. 

Moony never steals the covers at night. If he gets cold, he just rolls on top of me and snuggles. 

He’s willing to ride on the bike with me. :D

How sleepy he is in the morning. It’s like leading around a blind puppy until I get him into the shower and feed the boy some tea or coffee.

His soul. He is one of the most generous, kind, loving, and just good people to ever have lived.

The way he pulls my hair when I go down on him.

That little smile he gets when I tell him how beautiful he is, like he can’t believe someone noticed.