Is that I have a husband who knows I am not a girl to swoon over a fancy purse, shiny jewelry, or exotic trips to Tahiti. Not that those things aren't awesome at times, but it's more simple things that I need on a regular basis that sweep me off my feet.
I blush at the surprise kiss gently applied to my neck when I least expect it.
I smirk from a love pinch while I cook dinner.
I grin with the naughty emails he initiates.
I enjoy hearing about the times he thinks about me on his drive home or during a meeting.
This girl, stealing a line from The Stone Roses, can explain easily what she and most girls probably want:
I WANNA BE ADORED.
