The kind of marriage I want is one that makes my kids want to get married and I have that with you.
The sacrifice you’ve made for our family throughout my career.
You let me be ME.
Your patience with Lauren. You two are so much alike but she looks a lot like me.
Your beautiful toes…sexy
Getting a kiss from you before you go to work except for those days when you’re mad and you forget to.
For giving me two awesome boys.
And one really awesome/mean but super sweet girl.
How you try to watch Mariners baseball with me. I know, it’s super boring but I grew up watching it and it brings back good memories.
Your consistency with the things you’ve gotten comfortable with: weekend ‘good morning’ mug, coffee in the morning/day/evening, overworn pajamas, love for french pastry, etc...
Your a bandwagon Seahawks fan who gets even more mad than I do when they lose.
Your visual style is second to none.
Your dedication in going to all of our kids games.
How you put up with my awesomeness, also known as, last minuteness.
When you’re mad at me, my day goes to shit and all I can think about is how I can un-messup the situation. The best part is how we make up afterwards.
The way you bake. Seriously, you are more artistic than you give yourself credit for.
Laying next to you: your hair smells good most of the time, cuddling and waking up with a hug always makes me happy.