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Date: 2021-05-21 02:57 pm (UTC)If she was better with words, she might have words for it. How part of it is, yes, his face and his eyes and his smile and his body, but most of it is just him. His goodness. His compassion. How hard he keeps trying. How he's never given up, even when all he could do was slog through the mud and mist and hope the direction he was moving was forward.
How he is with the kids. How he is with her. How he makes her feel cherished, protected, supported.
But she doesn't know how to say all that, so she just kisses him and hopes some of it comes through.