caught staring

So I’ve been thinking quite a lot about my hunk of studliness and am so amazed. I caught myself the other day just staring at him and smiling. When he caught me looking I must admit I felt a little childish and a little like those couples we used to make fun of at WOL. You know, the ones who would just sit and stare at the “other” with their dreamy eyes.
The love I felt for him at that moment was so immense, the thoughts and feelings I had were so strong and so many. Not that I don’t love him every minute of every day, but in that passing minute I got a glimpse of Jack. All the reasons I fell in love with him and all the reasons why I still love him. His dedication to his family, his enthusiasm in ministry, his one good joke, his “growing up” stories that I know by heart, the fact that he never tires of pointing out his old houses, the pink elephants he brings in the house, the way he can get the kids to laugh, his new found love of the outdoors, his loyalties that run so deep, his “nothing half-way” attitude, the fact that he is….. what did we call it Jon…. Oh yeah, “New Jersey”, his love of music and his willingness to learn it, that he still lets me beat him in tennis, he lets me be the “fun one” sometimes, and he lets me cry and laugh in the same minute and all he has to do is hug me, the way he talks me up so much to others and wont let anyone talk poorly of me (except for maybe my sisters).
There’s so much wrapped up in Jack and yet I quickly get distracted by the hustle of life and take for granted that which I treasure most here on earth. Life at times seems to blind me of who matters most to me, when what I really want to do is sit and stare.