He holds my hand. He opens all of the doors. He lets me control the radio. He sings relentlessly to our favorite songs in the car. He makes sacrifices daily, which mostly just consists of watching my favorite television shows (Tiny House Builders and Fixer Upper) and getting up off of the couch to bake me pizza rolls. He tries so hard to dance with me in my apartment. He lets me have (and by have I mean take) all of his T-shirts and pullovers. He gives me forehead and cookie dough kisses. He always makes me laugh. He is fascinating. He is beautiful. He is wild. He loses to me in Putt Putt and card games, and he never complains about it (LOL JK this is the only false statement in this whole post, I promise.) He is chivalrous, always giving and never expecting anything in return. He has such a desirable and inspiring heart. He is ambitious. He is honest and he is transparent. He is everything that I am not, and everything that I aspire to be. He is a blessing and he is a constant source of joy. He compliments my insecurities and he appreciates my flaws. He loves me out loud, and he loves me unashamedly. He makes me feel proud of who I am and what I’ve accomplished. He trusts me with his heart and his secrets. He catches me when I fall, both literally and figuratively. He has a quiet confidence that draws everyone to him. He is a spiritual warrior – always challenging me to know and imitate our Jesus more and more. He loves the Lord more than he loves me, and he expects nothing less from me. The scriptures that we read together are not merely cited nor do they return void; instead, they are abundantly apparent in his lifestyle, his choices and his thoughts. He is intentional and purposeful. He represents the church well as he strives for an authentic unity among his peers and his family. He respects and protects my purity every single day. He leads me in such a soft and gentle way, always encouraging me to pursue my passions and follow my dreams. He prays for me and with me – over every meal and over every circumstance. He is kind and he is humble. He is strong. He is disciplined. He is hardworking – always giving 110%, nothing less. He is wise. He is selfless. He is slow to speak and he is quick to listen. He is patient, always. He extends mercy and embodies grace in a way that speaks volumes of Christ’s love for humanity. He is even-tempered and never impulsive. He is a protector and a provider. He makes me feel like I am the most important person in the room. He is such a solid source of positivity in so many people’s life. He chooses to love me unconditionally every single day, even when it’s not easy. He loves me when I’m sad. He loves me when I don’t understand. He loves me on the good days, and even more on the bad. He is home. He is never too much. He is always enough. He is a real man of God, and he is the man of my dreams.
I’m just telling you because he would never tell you himself.
I love you so much, Cole. Thank you for loving me like Jesus does and for always challenging me to be a better friend and a better Christian. You lift me up, and I’m so blessed by you