He tells me I'm beautiful all the time (and even when I'm not wearing makeup).
He works so hard every day so I can stay home with Delaney.
He cooks amazing meals AND cleans up afterward.
He kisses me every morning and every night (and in between).
He tucks me into bed each night and brings me my potion (don't ask).
He speaks in silly voices to Delaney and blows on her tummy to make her laugh.
He puts up with my idiosynchrosies (euphemism for highly extreme neuroses) and even loves me because of them (I hope).
He was supportive when I decided to breastfeed.
He mows the yard.
He knows I'm a control freak and, yet, he's still here, five years later.
He watches Queer Eye with me.
He thinks Stephanie, on B&B, is a bitch.
He makes me cake and brownies and never utters a word about my poor nutritional choices.
He loves my dogs (yes, both of them...even though he'll protest that he doesn't love one of them...I know he does).
He took his high school to court to fight for the right to wear his hair long (and won!).
He is both the smartest and funniest man I know (a killer combination).
He takes me to Barnes and Noble even though my high school boyfriend (whose theatrics he can't stand) works there.
He loves reality TV as much as I do and he isn't afraid to admit it.
He agreed to have a child with me even though he thought he was done raising children.
He loves being a father again and it so shows.
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