I love that you sing Christmas carols all year.
I love that you make me laugh ’til I cry, and that the laugh lines around my eyes have deepened exponentially.
I love watching you work, so methodically.
I love the scent of you; first thing after a shower in the morning and last thing, after a long hot day, at night.
I love your mile wide streak of wickedness.
I love your hair. And your eyes. And lots of other things as well.
I love listening to you sleep in the middle of the night and feeling the warmth of you beside me.
I love it when you speak another language, even if you won’t tell me what you are saying.