When I first met you, I was attracted instantly because you are hot stuff (don't worry that's not all.) After you saved me when my canoe capsized, I was even more attracted to you because you rescued me from my death. Atta boy. Even when I knew you liked me, because I wasn't oblivious or anything, you swept me off my feet with your sweet and smooth ways. Or maybe it was your sexy diamond face that really got me. ;) You are the Oliver to my Laurel, the Homer to my Baxter, the Ron Burgundy to my Veronica Corningstone. You, my love, are the sweet joy that fills my heart.
When I ask you to do silly things like re-propose to me (which btw, you are way overdue), you do it without hesitation. Even though you leave the dishes for me to do most times, I'm secretly glad to do them because I know it makes you happy. EVEN THE NASTY GIGANTIC GREASY PANS YOU LEAVE-Don't mistake my smart sassy remarks for truth. No one will truly know how much love we have for each other and frankly, that doesn't matter as long as you know how much I adore you.
See, love is when you toot in my face as I'm turning around; or when I toot under the covers and try to dutch oven you; or when you help me with my math homework because everyone and their mothers know I'm absolutely terrible at it; or when you make me coffee every morning or night, so I'm not a horrible female dog all day long. Love is you, babe. You've showed me kindness that I've never found in anyone else. You've showed me faith and hope when the situation seemed impossible. You love me, even when I wear my MC hammer pants. But obviously not enough to let me out of the house with them, but that's O.K. I'll
I chose you 3 years ago. I'll choose you today. I'll choose you tomorrow. and forever. and forever because that's what love is; choosing the person who makes you happy, sad, annoyed, mad, giddy, smitten, and smart. I choose my best friend. My best boy. My husband. My mentor. My guide. My love. I CHOOSE YOU. I know we already sealed the deal by doing that thing called marriage, but I'm just letting you know the rope is tied. There's no running away now boo, you're stuck.
I love you. I love you. I love you. & even when you cut me off from cola, I still love you.
Your official back scratcher,
Min
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