Why I Love Him
•He's the reason I get up in the morning. (If you knew how much I loathe getting up, you'd understand just what a big deal this is).
•He's the owner of, hands down, the best smile in the world.
•He writes me poems. He's like, really good with words.
•He takes the prettiest pictures in all the land.
•His voice sends shivers down my spine.
•He thinks my blog is cool (along with the reading habit that fuels it all).
•He's SuperDad. He's got the cape and everything.
•He makes me laugh out loud. At least once every single day.
•He dances with me. Down grocery store aisles, past fountains, in other people's kitchens.
•He took my hand that day and didn't let go.
Happy Birthday, babe. I love you. Three gobs at least.