Your love feels like wrapping myself up in a blanket fresh out of the dryer . . . warm and fragrant and comforting.
Your love feels like seeing the sweet and excited expression on the kids' faces the moment they realize it's Christmas morning.
Your love feels like looking in my McDonald's sack and discovering that they gave me an extra order of fries.
Your love feels like reaching into the pocket of an old, worn jacket and finding a twenty dollar bill.
Your love feels like rushing down the Volcano Express slide at Hawaiian Waters Adventure Park.
Your love feels like seeing the dark sky meet the lush green of the mountains and feeling the cool mist of the rain on my face.
Your love feels like the pleasant ache I get in my belly when I laugh and laugh and laugh some more.
Your love feels like squishing the buttery soft white sand between my toes at Bellows while the ocean creeps toward me.
Your love feels like a great big gulp of Dr. Pepper after a sweaty air hockey victory.
Your love feels like opening the junk drawer and pulling out a good battery on the first try.
Your love feels like buying a new CD and finding out that every single track is great.
Your love feels like holding my tiny newborn baby to my breast for the first time.
Your love feels like a new episode of SNL on the TV and a six pack of Smirnoff Ice in the fridge.
Your love feels like zipping up a pair of jeans that were far too small before and noticing that they are now just snug in a good way.
Your love feels like hearing the doorbell when the kids and I have waited for an hour for a hot cheese pizza to be delivered.
Your love feels like the satisfied feeling I get when I'm finished mowing the lawn and the sweet smell of grass surrounds me.
Your love feels like the sun on my face as I stretch out on the porch swing to read a good book.
Your love feels like snuggling in bed with the boys and listening to them giggle and tell ghost stories.
Your love feels like a steaming hot bath filled with great big bubbles in a quiet house.
Your love feels like putting in cool, fresh contacts after wearing an old pair for far too long.
Your love feels like watching a half dozen bright red roses open up and become more beautiful day by day.
Your love feels like the soft crunch of snow beneath my feet and the sweet sting of winter air on my cheeks.
Your love feels like the last chewy bite of a Milky Way bar.
Your love feels like looking at a newly developed roll of film for the first time and laughing to myself at the results.
Your love feels like getting an unexpected package in the mail and hurriedly opening it up with my keys.
Your love feels so good.