I love him, I love him, I do.

It always takes a painfully hard-fact, mind slapping conversation to get his proper cogs in whirring order.  Its the wiring of his mind. I hate it, but that hard wiring was established before I was born and isn't personal to me. And he's precious to me. So, I grit my teeth, grab hold of my patience and bide the time til the moment is eventually presented.

He's taken all into consideration and taken a day to gather himself.  My heart swells with pride...

...as my nostrils fill with dinner scents...

...as my ears fill with video game conversation between him and our curly haired Viking child.

He will never cease to startle me into amazement, nor cease my heart expanding. I will never stop believing in him.