love letter

Dear Mr. T (that’s what I’m going to call you here if you don’t mind- and I hope you don’t because I find it very amusing!),

This morning I would like to tell you some of the many reasons why I love you.

I love you because you instinctively roll over to warm me up after I’ve been up with one of the children at night. You are my human blanket.

Because you change diapers without making a big freaking deal about it (except that time a certain little boy peed right in your MOUTH while you were cooing at him! Or the time his big brother EXPLODED all over you, the walls and the furniture). Thanks for just making that something we both do.

I love you because you explain things patiently to our kids and help them to really understand even when it makes the job ten times longer.

I love you because you can cook better than Gordan Ramsay or Jamie Oliver and you look cute in a red apron. I love that you try to wash up as you go, that you are way more apt to clean the stove than me and that you always sharpen the knives.

Because you have never referred to the time you spend alone with our children as babysitting. Not to mention that you take our kids out so I can sleep in peace or have some alone time.

I love you because you have arranged your work schedule so that I can volunteer in our kids classrooms. I also love that it’s as important to you as it is to me and that you will go in my place if I can’t make it.

I love you because even after all these years, you still surprise me. Watching you rap to Beastie Boys the other night was one of the GREATEST and FUNNIEST things I’ve ever seen. It was totally worth every penny you’ve ever spent on Rock Band (but I still don’t think you need a wireless guitar).

I could go on and on because there are so many things I love about you. Mostly, I just love waking up next to you every morning knowing that we have one more day to spend together.

You are my rock.

And you are HOT!

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