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.

 

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