I love how your neck smells in the morning. I love how every one of your toes looks like it came from another person's foot. And-And-And I love how you're honest and-and fearless and, and how when I'm sick you treat me like a baby. I can tell you that I just adore this. The way your forehead gets all crinkly when you're worried. And I love the way you cut your crust off your toast even though you end up eating both anyway. I love your loyalty and your kindness and that you still suck in your gut whenever I walk into the room. I love how you didn't dump me when you found out that I was in love with you. I love that you still married me even after you met my parents. And I love that nothing in my life-- not cribbage with my dad, not a... a new Van Halen album--not even an old Van Halen album, for that matter,or any of their solo albums... I love that nothing inmy life is complete until I've shared it with you. I love how you send the boys to their room just so we can have some alone time. I just love you. You know, I wouldn't give up a single one of them. They're our boys. No one else can say that.