So we know why castle loves Beckett but what are the things Kate loves about castle?
Kate loves his brain - his intelligence, how he values learning and works to discover new things every day. She loves how well-read he is, how they can have conversations about everything under the sun.
She loves his generosity, his compassion - like when he couldn’t stand the thought of Sky Blue out there alone and went to help, and when he dropped 100 grand to help catch her mother’s killer, when he opened his home to her no questions asked, and when he set up a scholarship in her mother’s honor.
She loves his sense of humor. At times it’s juvenile, of course, and she rolls her eyes then, but other times he makes her laugh so hard her sides ache and her eyes water. She loves his wit, that he’s always ready with a quip, and that they can go back and forth rapid-fire.
She loves that he offers light when the world can be pretty dark, that he’s the eternal optimist, and she can always count on him to keep looking for good things, even when she’s at a loss.
She loves the way he loves. The way he loves his mother and his daughter, the way he loves their friends, the way he loves her and their children, when they come along. She loves his heart and the way he opens it to people when he trusts them with it.
She loves that, for as much as it seemed like they were from different worlds, they have more in common than either of them realized in the beginning. And what they don’t have in common, they manage to find common ground instead.
She loves that he’s fun, that he encourages her to have fun and to open herself up to being silly and ridiculous, and to embrace magic in whatever form it takes for her.
She loves his body, too. The breadth of his shoulders and his chest, his waist, the way his heart beats under her hand. His butt. Other parts (*eyebrow wiggle*), too. She loves the softness of his ears, and often finds herself absently caressing his earlobe as they cuddle. She loves how warm he is - personality wise and physically - and how he doesn’t blink an eye at the way she tunnels her toes under his thigh when they’re sitting on the couch doing their separate things.
She loves his capacity for forgiveness, for understanding, that even when they’re out of sorts and both being stupid, they can make it back to where they want to be.
She loves that he’s her husband.