And What I Love Most Of All?

You see me high
You see me low
You see me fast
You see me slow
You see me weak
You see me strong
You see me right
You see me wrong
You see me clothed
You see me bare
You love the curling of my hair
You see me plain
You see me pretty
When I'm serious
When I'm silly
You love me clean
You love me dirty
You see me crumble
You make me sturdy

You love me broken
You love me whole
You see the depths of my soul

You see me cry
You see me smile
You see me tame
You see me wild
You see me doubled
You stand me tall
And what I love most of all?

You see me.

Samohya Stallons

I wrote this poem today when I was thinking about my encounter with my husband last night.  I got an attitude with him about something and that NEVER happens : )  His response was a smile and he simply said, "...with your crazy pregnant self."  In little moments like that, as trivial and unimportant as they may seem, it ensured me that he is a man who loves me simply.  There are no rules, no trade offs, no conditions.  He just loves me.  Makes no sense with all of the craziness that he has to put up with.  What I have really opened my eyes to lately is that we don't love each other despite (fill in the blank).  We love each other because of those things.  Every part of who we are makes up the entirety of who we are.  You can't just take a piece.  You must take it all and my husband's love for me is a really good example of that.  Love with no conditions.