I can find traits that I love about my H. But I think loving something about someone and loving someone are two different things. Agree?
Honest answer? I love my husband, even in the midst of drinking, because I am supposed to.
To be really honest, the day we got married, I did not want to go through with it. Not to the point that I was ready to be the runaway bride, but I had the most unsettled feeling in my gut ever. But I wrote it off as nerves, and the fact that family had flown in from around the nation didn't help either. When we left for our honeymoon, I wasn't the joyous bride. I felt a quiet alarm in me. But as time passed, I got used to my role as his wife. I'm not sure what any of this has to do with anything, but it just kind of "spilled out" of my fingers. I may add more later...this prompts a lot of thoughts.