five hundred twenty-five thousand six hundred minutes

When you cut the watermelon you offer me the center piece--clearly the best piece in the slice.

You know what I'm talking about when I say, "that spot that itches."

It only took you about a month to realize that I just don't get cheerful in the morning, and that I don't like people to invade my space, and now you patiently wait for the all clear signal.

Somewhere along the way you seem to have fallen in love with my nieces and nephews, just like I have. And so you actually look forward to family gatherings.

You drive the 1-5 a.m. shift because you know that is when I'm most tired.

I almost couldn't try on clothes in that one store when they wouldn't let you in the changing room with me. I had no idea how much I depended on your option and didn't think it was even worth my time to put something on if you weren't there to approve or reject it. Good thing you snuck in later because we found that great polka-dot dress.

You encourage the best parts of my personality, and patiently wait through the less pleasant moments.

I think it is a good indication that for both of us the year has gone by so quickly. It means that we aren't dreading the days, and weeks, and months together. It means that being together has felt so natural that we haven't even noticed the passage of time.

You are the kindest, most patient, most kind-hearted person I know. You are also very good-looking. I can't imagine that there is anyone out there who is a better match for me, and who I could love more than I love you.

Happy Anniversary. I love you.