He still has no clue which light switches to use when leaving or entering a room. He gets hot when he sleeps. Even if the room is really cold. He's had the same haircut for I don't even know how long. The casino is where he spends the majority of his time (okay, that's a slight exaggeration...but only slight.) He's got such a soft side. Swiss is his favorite cheese...or maybe it's cheese curd...could be both I guess. Netflix is his guilty pleasure activity, but it's mine too. He loves mashed potatoes, but only if they have sour cream on them. Sour cream on everything actually. He won't shut up about steak, but forget about it if there's no A1 sauce. He's a pain in the ass. But he's so loving. Every day he has a new plan for his life. He tries to like the same things as I do even though he knows I don't care one way or the other. He hates his job. I hate it too. Even when he regrets something, he still makes the most of the situation. He supports me in everything I do. He loves my family. My family loves him. We have so many plans. We're both stuck in this small town with big dreams and still no clue how to achieve them. I still have to remind him to cook things on low on the stove. He still burns them. I hardly do the laundry but he picks up my slack. He helped me get the dog I've always wanted, and I plan to do the same for him. We're kind of a mess but that's alright. He gets upset when he forgets to order chocolate ice cream for his sundaes because he hates vanilla. He's so caring. Sometimes too caring. He gets himself in trouble from caring so much. It's an endless cycle. He loves adventuring. I don't think he ever watches videos on his phone unless it's late at night and I'm trying to sleep. He's also probably yelling at me for adding that part. He loves to play with out dog. We keep saying we're going to save every penny we earn but we just love living life too much. We go out to dinner a lot. And the casino, of course. We're in the middle of about five different series' on Netflix right now...not really sure how that happened though. He gets along with everyone. He's so outgoing. But he's also awkward. He hates when I leave hair in the shower. I hate when he leaves the toilet seat up. He gives me back massages for hours. We're not even going to talk about his favorite color. It's such a terrible color. He loves going out on the boat with his friends. He appreciates so much. He knows me. His smile is perfect but he still worries about it. Scooby-Doo is his all-time favorite cartoon. He's so talented. He has the most beautiful green eyes. We get so excited for Christmas and I'm not entirely sure why. We've grown so much. We cry. We laugh. We fight. We joke. We love. He loves me. I love him. It's the little things that connect us.