I was thinking yesterday about me accidentally saying, “I love you,” when I meant to say, “my arm hurts.” Maybe that means I’m sleep deprived or slowly losing my mind. But I think it means that there’s so much love inside me for you that it just seeps out unexpectedly.
I love hearing you laugh at stupid TV from the kitchen when I’m making dinner. I love the way you are always smiling when you walk into the house after a long day of work. I love that we argue over things that don’t matter but that we are almost always in sync with the things that do matter. We started as best friends, and we’re still best friends.
Thanks for opening all my jars and popping my back with your bear hugs. You’re my very favorite.
Happy Happy 5th Anniversary!