After being together for four years, I still never get tired of being with him. Which says a lot, because I am a total introvert and normally tire of people in general no matter how much I love them. Never with him. Some days at work I'll just miss him so much. Saw him in the morning, will see him at night, but in the in between, I miss him like crazy.
He's sweet, and strong. I love that he can fix my car and do things around the house. He's handy. I like it.
And he grills things to perfection. No charred food at our house. (You think this is silly but trust me ladies, you marry a guy who burns things to a crisp all the time and you'll see what I mean)
He's funny, and always, always, always can make me laugh. I can hide my emotions from anyone but him. He always can tell what's going on with me. And he always tries to cheer me up (and succeeds...it's uncanny really) when I am feeling down. I underestimate him a lot. He's better than what I give him credit, or what I deserve.
He's tolerant of me which is saying something because I am border line neurotic and can't understand sometimes why anyone would want to hang out with me. But he chooses me, day after day, and loves me, even when I do things that elicit this reaction:
So happy, happy birthday to my best friend, my partner in crime, my love.
I'm so thankful God made you, and that you're you!