I've felt at a loss for words lately to describe what Clay is and what he has been doing to me. I feel as if either everything that can humanly be said about him...has been said, while at the same time realizing that there is nothing that can be said that truly captures the magic of his beauty.

Heh, beauty was never a word that I would have used to describe a man. But, for Clay, it is my adjective of choice. I could look at the pictures and videos of him, that have come out in the past few days, forever. Again, descriptions defy...the crinkled skin around his eyes, the sometimes catlike shape of his eyes when he smirks, the sparkle within his eyes, the hooded lids, the cut of his cheekbones, the shadows that play so beautifully upon his face, the sprinkle of freckles, the subtle stubble, the bow of his upper lip, the full plump pout of his lower lip, the proud strong chin, the glorious straining neck...yup, even descriptions such as these do not convey what I truly see.

But, since I can't adequately describe his beauty...I'll instead tell you the effect it has on me. It makes me feel GOOD. In many ways. Ways such as...the way I felt when I anticipated my first date, the way I felt when I realized I was truly in love with my dh, the way I felt in my heart when I first looked at my newborn baby, the way I felt when I cried in church at the beauty of a song, the way I felt when the hand of God truly assisted me when my mom died. Somehow, Clay is able to reignite all of those feelings in me...when he sings, when I hear that voice and look upon that face. His total beauty truly is sometimes overwhelming for me, but in such a very good way.

I hope Clay is forever around...forever there for me to gaze upon, forever there for me to hear, forever there causing me to FEEL.

I.love.him.