It still astonishes me how the moment I’m near my man, my whole being settles, as if every muscle remembers where it’s meant to rest.

I’ve never known anything like it.

That, to me, is the quiet power of true, stoic & grounded masculinity. It doesn’t roar or control. It steadies.

It creates a space where I can soften, breathe, and inhabit my femininity without hesitation, without armor.

Yayyyyy!! Ok good!!! I also got him this as like a “legacy” book and had it engraved. 👀