Sometimes things are better kept private between two people. This is not one of those times. This is one of those times where I need to scream how I feel in a public forum. So here it goes...
I love you because you go to work every morning even though you say you hate your job. I know I pick on you because you're at a desk and tell you that you don't do anything. BUT...I know EXACTLY what you do for our family. Well, not exactly because your job confuses me, but I know that you work hard for us. And I love you for that.
I love you because you unload the dishwasher, and clean up dog poop and clean the toilets. When in reality you could say...I go to work all week this is your job. But you don't. You do it because you love me and want to help me.
I love you because you add logic to my erratic emotion. Sometimes I don't like it, but I understand why you do it. So I don't act like a retard more often than I need to.
I love you because you lay on the floor and play with the dogs even though they smell and eat poop.
I love you because you roll over every morning after the alarm goes off and pull me into your chest. Even if it's just for a few minutes. That's probably my favorite spot in the whole world.
Everything is good there.
I love you because you pick up Nathan and drive to orchestra so that I don't have to.
I love you because you see people for who they really are well before I do.
I love you because you see who I really am and still love me in spite of it.
I love you because you accept my faults. And instead of hiding and pretending they aren't there you tell me what they are and are willing to wait while I work on them.
I love you because you always ask if I want ice cream. Even though you know I have no business eating it right now.
I love you because you reach across the couch and take my hand even when I'm trying to be all distant for no particular reason. That falls squarely in the "fault" category. But it's mainly because I want you to reach across the couch and take my hand.
I love you because you make me laugh even when I don't want to. And sometimes when it's entirely inappropriate.
I love you because you're so damn cute. I know it annoys you when I stare at you, but I can't help it. I like your face. A lot.
I love you because you're so much smarter than me. Actually, I hate that. But I accept it as part of who you are.
I love you because you love our family. Except the cats. I love watching the girls, and Nathan, crawl into your lap and snuggle with you. I love opening their planners and seeing homework signed off by you. I love when you have to come out of the bedroom 20 different times to find out whose underwear you're folding.
I love that you can lift heavy things, take off lids, and reach stuff that I can't.
I love you because you're so sweet and wonderful under all that hard exterior.
I just love you.