I like when you make up silly songs and sing them on the subway platform, or at home, or when we’re standing in long lines. I like the little gestures or hand phrases that always accompany these songs.
I like crying with you because we are laughing so hard, or when I am (slightly) choking because you make me laugh with a mouthful of food (Okay, I take this one back, I only like this in retrospect.)
I like your scruff and bright green tennis shoes. I like your little text messages, long voicemails, random emails.
I like how forgiving you are of all my silly mistakes or things I say when I’m moody. I like when you tell me I’m smart after I say the dumbest comment on earth. I like how you are patient with me, take such good care of me, embrace my weirdness and don’t laugh at me when I make up lame dance moves or silly sounds imitating instruments.
I like how I feel performing onstage when I know you’re in the audience for the fifth time in a row that week. I like when we make up random dances together. I love your awesome dancing skills and ta-ta-ta musicality. I also like when you bust out all your sentences with rhymns or songs and they get stuck in my head all day long.
I like our secret signals, phrases and codes. I like our little dates, our conversations, and our prayers. I enjoy our taxi cab, zip car, and subway rides. I like our tea parties and secret blanket forts. I like that you always remind me about glitter.
I love my ring. And that you designed it all by yourself. I like that you try not to say too much about my nail biting habit. P.S. I’m working on this!
I like hearing you talk about our future family and life together. I love thinking of you as a future father. I like your kind words and gentle touch, your thoughtful actions and gestures. I love you for accepting me as I am.
You make me feel like the most beautiful woman, the luckiest girl, and the happiest person on this earth. Happy 6 months of marriage, husband.
I love you.