I love the way you sing in the shower when a good song comes on Pandora. I love the way you whine about how cold it is, but then uncover your feet because they’re too hot. I love the way you laugh at things you find humorous. I love the way you steal food off of my plate when we’re out at a restaurant because I ordered the one meal you really wanted. I love the way you let me know you want to hold my hand when we’re in the car. I love the way you claim you don’t like sweets, but then proceed to eat nearly all of my candy out of my jar. I love the way you smile when I tell you that you’re more than I could have ever asked for in life.
How did I ever get so lucky?