Thank you.

I might not say it enough, but I hope you truly know that when you wake up to me gazing at your slumbering face it means I love you. I hope that you get every meal I prepare for you means I appreciate you. I hope you understand that when I scold you, it means I care so much for your own well being.

Each kiss is a reminder of the words I rarely speak.

Each time you've got me laughing so hard I can't breathe is thanks for helping me realize there is truly happiness in this world.

Each shirt I steal from you is a reminder that just your scent is enough to remind me that everything will always be okay, so long as I stay with you.

The funny part about this is I didn't even expect to find you. Each pinch, bite and tickle fight is brimming with the three words I'm too forgetful to utter to you in sleepy mornings and late nights. No matter how many times it seems like I'm criticizing you or breathing down your neck, each one of those moments means, "I love you."

You might have sweet or cute pet names for me. Seraphim, princess, sweetheart, darling. I remember I asked you once why you call me the plural of seraph, and you responded, "Because just one angel hardly equates to what you are to me."

No sweet name is sweet enough for you. I know for you, I stick with dumb idiot, ugly head, and poop butt, but you know it will always mean, "I love you."

Thank you for showing me how to love every bit of myself by first demonstrating it. Thank you for loving every part of me: the angry, hood side, the sweet and delicate side, the sad and dark side, the cranky side, the happy side, and the rarely expressed loving side.

I know I can sound mean because I'm a strictly logical woman. I know you're just a big squishy ball of feelings and happiness. They say that this is our fatal flaw as a couple, but we've proved otherwise too many times.

Thank you for understanding when I tell you the truth about things, as hard as they are to swallow. Thank you for forgiving me, especially in the worst of times.

I'm sorry my words sound abrasive to you, and thank you for interpreting them correctly, as much time and practice as it took. Thank you for being able to be the one thing strong enough to hold me down when it feels like the world has crumbled around me. You might be soft, and people might say I'm the one who wears the pants in this relationship, but you're really the one who knows how to take control when I lose it.

I want to say I've taught you more responsibility well. You've raised our little Ponyo since she was only six weeks old, and from the way you handle our rambunctious little pup, I can say with confidence and pride that you will make the perfect father.

I also want to remind you: I know we're young. I might be your first real everything, but from the first day it was as if we'd known each other for years.

Thank you for understanding all of my loud opinions and seemingly heartless actions, seeing that they really are purely blunt and reasonable.

Thank you for being my best friend.