Love Hurts

Dear Bello,

Yesterday I said some things that I am not proud of. I hurt you and I am sorry. So, I thought I would let the world know how much I love you.

I love you because you’re not afraid to cry in front of others.
I love you for being sensitive to other’s feelings.
I love your silly laugh.
I love the funny faces you make in the mirror and how you say, “If I looked like this, would you still love me?”
I love your Napoleon Dynamite impressions.
I especially love your Robert DeNiro expression.
I love your loud sneezes that come in not one or two or three or four but FIVE.
I love it when you hold my hand in the car.
I love movie nights with you.
I love staying up late and watching TV in bed with you.
I love when you bring me my water at night before bed.
I love it when you kiss me.
I love it when you hold me.
I love it when you hug me.
I love it when I come home to find that you have cleaned the house top to bottom.
I love it when you make your Caesar salads.
I love playing board games with you and Belle.
I love it when you come with me to watch Belle ride her horse.
I love going out for the evening, just you and I.
I love how you kiss me.
I love our intimacy.
I love how you love Belle like she was your own blood.
I love how you are so concerned about her school work.
I love how you express to her that she’s doing great.
I love our intense conversations.
I love our funny conversations too.
I love listening to you play your guitar and hearing you sing.
I love the look on your face when you’ve learned a new song.
I love it when we get out of the car; you take my hand and lead me.
I love the proud look on your face when you have bought me a gift.
I love cuddling with you.
I love our foot wars.
I love tickling you and watching you go crazy.
I love scratching your back even when you ask at the most inopportune times.
I love taking care of you when you’re sick.
I love your baby blue eyes.
I love your smile and your crooked teeth.
I love your big tummy and your tiny butt.
I love your big nose and forever forehead.
I love it when you play with my hands or my ears.
I love how you’re so picky about the clothes you wear.
I love your taste in cologne.
I love how you gently wake me up.
I love how you sometimes surprise me with breakfast or Starbucks.
I love how when you make a mistake you stomp your feet and yell, “I’m an idiot!”
I love your sense of humor and the ability to laugh at yourself.
I love that you’re so ambitious.
I love the beautiful pictures you take because you have a wonderful talent for photography.
I love it when I’m taking a bath, how you come in and sing me a song.
I love how you light all my candles at night.
I love you because you once said, “I cannot be in the same bed with you and not touch you.”

I love the way you love me.
Most of all I love you because you’re you.
Last but not least,