I look at my wife and I think “this is it. This is the day I am lucky enough to see this woman” and I smile and I get happy. This is the first time I get to see her. This is the first time I get to feel this way about her. I get to relive the first time I saw her every day.

She is a beautiful woman. I am so lucky to have her. I look at the curves of her hips, her ass, her arms, her thighs. I look at her facial features. Her nose, her chin, her eyebrows, her lips. Her eyes. I get to see the sparkle in her eyes at the end of the day. I get to see her smile. I get to see her features. I get to see the beauty in her. I get to relive the first time I saw her every day.<br><br>I look back on the lucky days I got to marvel at the beauty of my wife. I think about the first time we met, then our first date. The day we got engaged. The day we got married. The day we moved in together. The first time she made me dinner, the first time we cooked together. The first time we played board games together. The first time we had sex. And I think about all the times we have done those things since then.<br><br>I think about our first kiss. The first time our lips touched. I remember the marvel of the moment. The moment I realized that this was the first time we had been this close to each other. The first time our tongues touched. The first time our teeth touched. The first time our lips played with each other and took turns being the lips that were kissing. I look at my wife and want to relive all of those moments. I look at my wife and realize that I am. I am reliving all of those moments. I get to relive them every day. I get to relive the lucky moments I marvel at the beauty of my wife.<br><br>I look at my wife and I think “this is it. This is the day I am lucky enough to see this woman” and I smile and I get happy. This is the first time I get to see her. This is the first time I get to feel this way about her. I get to relive the first time I saw her every day.