WARNING: this post may offend some

Yesterday marked my 11th wedding anniversary. It was also my first exam of this semester. I won't bore you with the whole story of meeting husband (he used to date my cousin) or how I started dating husband (after one to many beers) or even how we got married (on a cold friday night, in a court house by a justice of the peace when I was 22) or even how we have tried to kill each other over the years (and failed obviously).

Instead, I would like to share this.... a note that was attached to pink roses on my kitchen couter after my exam yesterday. {Warning, here comes the schmaltz}


I share my fries with you when you're finished all yours and still want more.
I am never rude to your tummy when I hear it gurgle and growl, instead, I bend down and reply respectfully.
I eat your pepperoni when we order pizza.
I kiss away the papercuts, the door-slammed fingers and the counter-bumped hips.
I try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies.
I am the big spoon.
I let you win arguments. Sometimes, other times I do not.
I push when you when you need to be pushed and tease you when you don't.
I stand with you in all our parenting decisions, even the hard ones.
I send you random texts and buy you silly gifts, just because I want to.
I check your tire pressure, and remind you to put gas in the car.
I hold your hand.
I love you.

I will always love you.