all mine

This may sound a little strange, but I love Troy because he is mine.  Let me explain.  Honestly, I do not go for the notion that there is one person on earth that you are meant to be with.  I believe we have a choice in that, and there are many people that would be totally acceptable spouses.  But once that choice is made, that's it. 

Troy is my choice.  He's my husband, my companion, my choice.  After so many years together we are fairly acquainted with each other's quirks.  We are comfortable around each other. We can and do tell each other most everything.  We enjoy each other's company and laugh together regularly.  There is no one else that I can or want to do this with. 

When a child gets attached to a blanket or teddy bear, it is typically not the most fluffy or cute thing around.  Often the blanket is small and thin, but it is theirs.  The child will go nowhere without it.  He must have it when he needs comfort, when he plays, when he is scared, or when he just wants to relax.  That being the case, the favorite blanket goes through experiences with the child so the child loves it all the more.  When a new, pretty, fluffy, cozy blanket is offered to the child he refuses and will have no thought of replacing the blanket he loves because it is his and nothing else will satisfy.

Troy is mine, which means we have gone and will go through many experiences that have impacted us emotionally, physically, spiritually, and many other ways.  Nothing can compare to the connection we have built from these shared experiences. 

He is my highest valued possession so to say and I will guard, polish, and take the greatest care in this investment.