Dear Spencer,
I like when you make up silly songs and sing them on the trax platform, or at home, or when we’re standing in long lines. I like the little gestures or faces that always accompany these songs.
I like that you know exactly what I’m going to say about not wanting to go to work the next day. I love that you listen to me and considerately try your hardest to take my side when I’m blowing things out of proportion and tell you to take my side on this one.
I like crying with you because we are laughing so hard, or when I am (slightly) choking because you make me laugh with a mouthful of food (Okay, I take this one back, I only like this in retrospect.)
I like your prickles, sometimes. I like how you shave after the fact so it all goes to waste. I also like when you bust out all your sentences with rhymes or songs and they get stuck in my head all day long.
I like how forgiving you are of all my silly mistakes or things I say when I’m moody. I like when you tell me I’m smart after I say the dumbest comment on earth. I like how you are patient with me, take such good care of me, and embrace my opinions.
I like our secret handshakes, phrases and code body language. I like our little dates, our conversations, and our prayers. I enjoy our public transit rides. I like our clean house and our organization skills. I like that you always remind me that I’m my father’s daughter.
I love my ring. And that you let me pick out the exact one I wanted. Not only that but that you took it back so many different times to make sure it was perfect for me!
I like listening to you talk about our future family and life together. I love thinking of you as a future father. I like your kind words and gentle touch, your thoughtful actions and gestures. I love you for accepting me as I am.
You make me feel like the most beautiful woman, the luckiest girl, and the happiest person on this earth. Happy one year of marriage, husband.
I love you.
Love,
I like when you make up silly songs and sing them on the trax platform, or at home, or when we’re standing in long lines. I like the little gestures or faces that always accompany these songs.
I like that you know exactly what I’m going to say about not wanting to go to work the next day. I love that you listen to me and considerately try your hardest to take my side when I’m blowing things out of proportion and tell you to take my side on this one.
I like crying with you because we are laughing so hard, or when I am (slightly) choking because you make me laugh with a mouthful of food (Okay, I take this one back, I only like this in retrospect.)
I like your prickles, sometimes. I like how you shave after the fact so it all goes to waste. I also like when you bust out all your sentences with rhymes or songs and they get stuck in my head all day long.
I like how forgiving you are of all my silly mistakes or things I say when I’m moody. I like when you tell me I’m smart after I say the dumbest comment on earth. I like how you are patient with me, take such good care of me, and embrace my opinions.
I like our secret handshakes, phrases and code body language. I like our little dates, our conversations, and our prayers. I enjoy our public transit rides. I like our clean house and our organization skills. I like that you always remind me that I’m my father’s daughter.
I love my ring. And that you let me pick out the exact one I wanted. Not only that but that you took it back so many different times to make sure it was perfect for me!
I like listening to you talk about our future family and life together. I love thinking of you as a future father. I like your kind words and gentle touch, your thoughtful actions and gestures. I love you for accepting me as I am.
You make me feel like the most beautiful woman, the luckiest girl, and the happiest person on this earth. Happy one year of marriage, husband.
I love you.
Love,
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