He took a picture
So apparently my husband admitted to taking a ton of random pictures of me. i INSISTED that I see them and he hands me his phone.
Of course I see a ton of pictures of me but what gets me is three things.
1. He takes pictures of me when I’m not looking; half the time I’m zoning out into the distance or busily amused by something and the other times I’m asleep (haha, I know right?)
2. When I ask him to take pictures of me, he takes multiple pictures as if to catch my candid movements where I’m no longer posing.
Before I get to the third thing, I just want to state the fact that he enjoys taking pictures of me when I’m least “staged”… during the most candid moments when I’m not posing or when I “fix my face/hair.” I asked him why he did that and he said, “I like the raw you. It’s beautiful.” I blushed and kissed him.
When do you get someone who is totally okay with the least flattering pictures of you, asleep, zoned out, or just not posing. I don’t know but that made my heart flutter.
3. I stumbled upon a picture he took that gave me chills. A photo dated February 19 of this year… the day before he proposed to me. It was a picture of the ring in the box in his hand. I said, “Why’d you take a picture of it?” He said, “Because I was stressed out… I was trying to figure out where the perfect place was to take you to propose. Also because I couldn’t believe I’ve finally gotten to that point in my life where I realized I loved a girl so much I wanted to ask her to marry me.”
I can’t help but boast but I love him so much. I always get on his case about how I’m the one always taking our pictures together and turns out, he’s got a ton of me. He’s a man of little words but he’s got so much sincerity. I love my husband. I love him so much.