Oh, Sweet Pea

I can't imagine how I became so lucky in life.
I think you are amazing.
Our relationship has changed so much over the years and it's been difficult at times for sure. Still, I wouldn't change a thing. I love our life together. I love our little girls. I love watching you be a father. I love that just when I think nothing bothers you, it does. I love that when I pout and whine you tell me to put a sock in it and then grab my feet and tickle them. I love that you are noisy and boisterous and bubbly in the morning and I am not. I love that it takes you longer to get ready in the morning than me. I love that you drive with two feet. I love that you have created your own language with words like, "clomb" and "skirmps". I love that you talk in your sleep. I love that you let me sleep in every weekend. I love that you trust me to cut your hair. I love that you are a romantic. I love that you still sketch in your sketchbook. I love that all of your conversations start with, "On NPR..." (Well, maybe not all of them.) I love that you can still make me laugh, even when I want to spit nails. I love that you picked me to marry. I really love that.
I may not be the best at showing it or saying it, but I love you every day of my life.