let me count the ways
i love to lay in bed w the soles of our feet pressed together; i dont wear socks to bed anymore so that i can feel the pads of your toes touch mine. i love that you make my coffee way too sweet and milky. i haven’t told you it doesn’t taste very good because hearing you take the time to microwave it after diluting it with milk reassures me that you care. i love the way you get jealous of my favorite dog and shoo him away, but if you think i’m not watching you always make ammends with him through a good belly rub. i also love how when you see me getting sleepy on the couch you scoot to the edge, grab a pillow to lean against your leg and give it a pat, the signal for me to sprawl across most of the couch and rest my head against you. i love watching you cook; even though you use too much salt i’d never tell you because you want so badly to make every meal amazing, and because of that they are. i love that i’m writing this because your snoring is keeping me awake and although i know i have snored in the past (on rare occasions!) you’ve never told me to roll over and be quiet. so tonight i will let you snore. but probably just tonight. thank you for 7 exciting years of marriage; you make waking up for this non-morning person not half bad. i love you.