i know you love me because. . .

spence and i seven years ago today

i know you love me because you ask my advice and then you listen.

i know you love me because even when you don't really want or need my advice, you still listen.

i know you love me because i've never mowed the lawn, yet the lawn always gets mowed.

i know you love me because you don't complain when i order a salad and then eat all your french fries.

i know you love me because you tell me.

i know you love me because you know the stories behind all my inside jokes.

i know you love me because you've 'got my back'. always have, always will.

i know you love me because you support all my bright ideas. even the really, really stupid ones.

i know you love me because if the potatoes are lumpy, you insist that you love lumpy potatoes. if the toast is burnt, you insist burnt toast is your favorite. if the chicken's dry, you insist that you prefer your chicken dry.

i know you love me because you've seen me with food in my teeth, nine months pregnant, in labor, with the stomach flu, overwhelmed and frustrated and/or without make-up and you still tell me i'm beautiful.

i know you love me because when i tell you i'm cold in sunday school you offer me your tie.

i know you love me because every morning you get up and get the kids breakfast while i sleep for just 'five more minutes'.

i know you love me because it's been seven years and, to me, we're still newlyweds.

 

i know you love me

and

i know

you know

i love you, too

happy 7^th anniversary, babe.

you are my everything.

and i wouldn't want it any other way.