He wants an Irishman for a priest.
He does not really like to dance.
His propensity for turrets-like, blurting of profanities due to anything that startles him, makes him nervous, or irritates him such as other drivers.
His ability to laugh a jolly laugh quickly.
His big hand protecting me from whatever might harm me.
His kindness.
His sentimentality.
His deep desire to be a good Catholic.
His beautiful, sparkly, compassionate, mischievous eyes.
I am the most blessed woman in the world!
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