Greg needs a post. A post devoted entirely to him. A post that reminds him why I love him. A post that says I love him.
I do. I love him.
I love the chicken tacos he always makes me.
I love that he rarely complains about the two kids in our bed.
I love that he brushes Owen’s teeth every night.
I love that he lets me do the finances.
I love that he trusts my decisions.
I love that he is friends with my brother.
I love that he knows how excited I was to have Angie back from her trip.
I love that he bought me a pink sheep blanket for Christmas.
I love that he knows to wash at least a few things with the baseball uniform.
I love that he makes a turkey sandwich almost everyday for work.
I love that the fridge consists of a million type of mustards.
I love that he is always on the look out for a good seasoning.
I love that he grills my dad a steak before he eats his own dinner.
I think I love his love for baseball (not so sure on this one yet).
I love that he teaches Owen about sports.
I love the way he takes care of Ivy.
I love it all. The good stuff. The bad stuff.
Our anniversary of 6 years was all but forgotten by our 1 day old baby.
I thought it, but I never got to tell him thank you for loving me and I never got to tell him that I will love him forever.
I will. I love you.
