Not that comment I referenced earlier (though, to some of you, that is also love, apparently).
*Knowing what to order for me at Taco Bell without asking. And knowing that if you suggest Taco Bell at any time, I will say yes without thinking you’re nuts even though we just ate there not too long ago.
*Understanding that the kick in the shin in the middle of the night means that it’s your turn to see which kid needs something.
*Not saying “pasta again?” when I don’t have the energy to put a real meal on the table.
*Letting me “sleep in” (I use that term loosely; sleeping in at this stage of our lives is 8am).
*Liking my free Valentine’s gift (I made him a crossword puzzle with clues and answers that I made up, using this site).
*Acting like it’s normal on the rare day that you come home from work and I’m still wearing pajamas.
*Indulging my love for shows like “Glee” (which starts again in 58 days. Not that I’m counting or anything).
*Being content to do carryout instead of a fancy date night.
*Telling me I still look good without my makeup, which also earns brownie points.
*Repeatedly playing the games I love, like Scrabble and Ticket to Ride. (Actually, Matt, this is something YOU should love about ME; I generally lose, and yet, still choose to play.)
*Mutually agreeing that we won’t buy cards for each other anymore on holidays, except from the kids on Mother’s Day/Father’s Day, because they are a waste of money.
Happy Valentine’s Day, Matt! 15 of them have already passed…how is that possible?