You loved your husband— really. He was amazing.

He was kind, loving, and god, his hand placement was amazing a lot of the times. I mean, his love language was physical touch, it would only make sense. You and him only ever wanted the best for your family, and Miguel.

When Miguel started wanting to play music, it was a rough time. An extremely rough time. But Enrique— he was always besides you. He held you close in times that felt rough and reassured your everything would turn out just fine.

And of course, he was right. Somehow, the sweet shoe-maker man that's your husband was always right.

You loved everything about him. He was a gentle-man. He opened doors for you, he kissed you goodbye and hello. He was kind to others, and he paid for dinner a lot of the time when you two ate out and not at home. He didn't like having you on your feet a lot even if you insisted, but didn't force you to lie down.

Besides, who doesn't want someone with such a handsome mustache? His smile is cute, and his eyes only add onto it. Everything about him makes him the perfect husband. Even as he simply makes shoes, he's still cute. He's still amazing. He still greets you hello and kisses you goodbye.