For Ryan, on our ninth anniversary…

April 11th, 2006

I like you.  I like how you know what I’m thinking.  I like how you care about people.  I like how you wash my car.  I like how we like the same movies and restaurants and colors of paint.  I like how you are smart but you don’t act like you know everything.  I like how you take care of the yard.  And the taxes.  I like how you think the weekends are for play, not work.  I like it when your face is scruffy.  I like your legs.  I like your eyes.  I like your long hair.  I like your smile and your teeth and your feet.  You have great feet.  I like how you get my jokes.  I like your impersonation of your uncle, Stewart.  I like how you talk to your grandma.  I like how you’re not afraid of feelings–yours, mine, anybody’s.  I like how you understand politics.  I like how you play the piano with Christian.  And basketball.  I like how you tickle Max.  I like it when I tell you about someone being an idiot, and you always think they are an idiot, too.  I like how you never try to change me.  I like it when you make pepperoni chilli, chicken soup, and cookies.  I like how you never hesitated to be my friend.  I like how you  taught me to eat french fries two at a time.  I like your hands.  I like your voice.  I like how you used to play the Olympic theme with the buttons on the phone for me.  I like the ways you are like your dad.  I like the ways you are like your mom.  I like how you always leave the toilet seat down.  I like spooning with you and how you always roll over at the right time.  I like walking at night with you.  I like trying to figure out life with you.  I like living with you.  I like seeing your face on my cell phone when you call.  I like how you know what’s important and what’s not.  I like your smell.  I like your touch.  I like riding next to you in the car.  I like taking road trips with you, eating cheese and grapes.  I like how you read O Magazine.  I like how you remember to wind the grandfather clock.  I like how sometimes when I fart you don’t even mention it. 

It’s so nice to like the person you love.  Happy Anniversary, Ryan.  I like and love you more than words can say. 

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