This is my favorite person in the world.

These are some of the reasons I like him:

He hugs me in the middle of the night.
He makes delicious meatloaf.
He introduces me to weird-o tv shows I never would have watched on my own. Think Firefly and Battlestar Galactica.
He wears cowboy shirts. And cowboy boots.
He took me to New Orleans for our honeymoon even when everyone told us we should just go to the mountains (which would have been soooo boring for us).
He tells me when to stop being a fruitcake. Not that I ever am. Ahem.

I love him. And his floppy hair. And his beard. And his green eyes.

I love that he loves me because I can be pretty unlovable at times. I love him more and more every single day.

Also, I know this is like the mushiest blog on the internet and for that I am sorry. 😉