Today is the day where you tell the one you love how much you love them. Valentine's Day. Because of our circumstances, Matt and I regularly tell each other how much we love, appreciate, miss and cherish each other. Sigh... I know. We are so sweet. Since he already knows the things I love about him, I will tell you.
Matt's smile. It's perfect (without the help of an orthodontist). It lights up the room.
How he can put anything together or fix anything. He went to install a water heater once in an apartment and I said "Wait. Do you know how to do that?" And he just said "I'll figure it out." And he did.
How we have running jokes just between the two of us that have been going on for over a decade.
How funny he is. Even when he isn't trying to be funny.
That he is such a great dad.
That he never misses an opportunity to go to the school and have lunch with our kids.
That he isn't afraid to stand up for someone or something he believes in.
That he buys me flowers.
How from far away his eyes look brown but when you get up close you realize that they are really gold with green flecks in them.
How he never tries to change the way I feel.
That he loves to explore as much as I do.
That he will dance in the kitchen with me to Nat King Cole and Dean Martin.
That he will talk in a French accent while we eat French food.
How he never sits back and lets someone do all the work. Matt is usually the first and last one working.
That he worked two jobs and went to school when our kids were little.
How he lets me put my cold feet on his warm feet in bed.
How strong he is.
How he grows a goatee because he knows I love it.
How he wears the argyle sweater I bought him that he doesn't like as much as I do.
If something needs to be repaired around the house, he does it right away. He doesn't procrastinate.
That he holds my hand everywhere we go.
That he also insists on getting my door.
That he doesn't get embarrassed.
How he doesn't question decisions I've made.
That he isn't afraid to express how he feels.
How he will admit when he's wrong.
How he writes me love letters.
How he is exactly the right height for me to rest my head in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
That he makes me my favorite dinner almost every time he comes home.
That he will be silly.
That he will go down a slide backwards to make the kids laugh.
And I especially love that no matter how hard on myself I am, how unattractive I think I am, or how much I think I've messed something up, he is always there to disagree with me.