I love the way you cry when we watch a sad movie, and the way you insist on watching something manly when the movie ends, like boxing or football.
I love it when you write notes to me during the preacher’s sermon in church. Each note always has a piece of your heart in it, and that always makes me happy that I’m the only one who receives them and understands them.
I love the stupid things you say. I love even more that you don’t realize what you said until I start laughing so hard that tears flow from my eyes and I can’t stop.