They're enthusiastic about our bodies, even when we're not.
Chest hair, forearm hair and the feel of a newly shaved cheek.
The glimpse you get, when they wear their baseball cap backward of their inner Little Leaguer.
How tender they get when they cry, and how seldom they do it.
What they lack in talk, they tend to make up for in action.
They make excellent companions when driving through rough neighborhoods or walking past dark alleys.
They really love their moms. They remind us of our dads.
They never care what their horoscope, their mother-in-law, nor the neighbors say.
They rarely lie about their age, their weight, or their clothing size.
How nice their butts look in jeans.
How nice their hands look holding ours.
Their face is a treasure to behold when they give us a present they picked out
They give great hugs, ( and always melt our hearts when a sweet "I love you" is added)
They have an uncanny ability to look deeply into our eyes and connect with our heart, even when we don't want them to
They don't care whether colors match, but are willing to be concerned if we want them to be
They give us a peek at the little boy
inside when they get sick or happy or hurt.