My husband loves me so much. He makes sure to tell me everyday that no one will ever love me as much as he does.
When we were dating, he asked me to spend less time with my friends because they were too into partying and were a bad influence. I didn't have much in common with them anyway.
When we got married, he reminded me how important "to honor and obey" was in our vows so that we could have the type of marriage that was fulfilling spiritually.
When I got pregnant, he told me to make sure that I didn't love the baby more than I loved him so that we didn't become one of those passionless couples.
When he asked me to quit my job, he reminded me that even though I don't remember saying it, it's always been my goal to be a stay-at-home mom.
When he says that he'll call the cops if I ever go anywhere with the baby without him knowing exactly where we are, it's because he worries so much about us getting hurt.
He constantly asks if I love him too.
And I always tell him that every time he enters a room, I get goosebumps and I smile so wide that my teeth grind and I think my cheeks might split.
I tremble when he touches me and I always wait in anticipation when he's not there.
That's what love feels like.