This year for Valentine's Day I really wanted to do something that would let you know that I do notice and appreciate all the wonderful things that you do & are. I feel like I have a lot of making up to do for my pre-Proxac craziness lately. I would have punched me if I were you. But you didn't. You helped me figure out what was going on in my head & let me know that I am still a good person/wife/mom. And that it's okay to accept a little chemical help if you need it. I do. That much is clear. Life is good again. And I have you to thank for me coming to understand that. I love you more than I can ever show or say. I'm just excited that I have all eternity to try. I hope you love your personalized fortune cookies. I hope that each time you open one and read what it says, that you smile, that you remember some of the amazingly fun times we've had, or that you know how much I appreciate all the little things you do. That will make the mind-numbing tediousness of this project worth it. Some of the replacement fortunes included:
You put up with my blogging addiction.
You actively work on making our marriage better.
You bawled your eyes out during Benjamin Button.
You close the blinds for me in the morning.
I love NOT camping with you.
You watch gay crap like The Bachelor with me.
You love swimming like a freaking six year old.
You have a super sexy voice.
You put up with my love of high heels.
You make the greatest root beer floats ever.
You know when to put the Crackberry away.
I love pinching your legs with my toes.
You massage out my leg cramps in the middle of the night.
You leave cologne remnants in the kitchen in the morning. LOVE IT!
You take Sawyer to Chuck-E-Cheese on dates.
You don’t try to “fix” things when I just want to vent.
You want an old man car, not a sports car.
Thank you for being you. I love you an unquantifiable amount.