i love...

...his love of food storage.  [Freeze-dried pineapple, folks, let me tell you.]

...his deep appreciation for a good product display in a store.

...his constant analysis of advertisements of any kind.

...his random outbursts of dancing to make me laugh.

Tim and his sister, Melissa.

...his denial of said outbursts after they occur.

...his "punny" jokes.

...his desire to fix things around the house [that sometimes don't need fixing].

...his determination that our breadmaker will be used [by him] at least once a week.

...his [sometimes unnecessary] use of the KitchenAid.

Note the flour in his ear.

...his constant desire to always be cuddling [no matter where we are or what we're doing].

...his unhealthy love for Bahama Bucks.

...his love for Filiberto's [which rivals my own].

...his need to always be coming up with new innovations.

...his ability to quickly forgive and forget.

...his ability to take everything in stride and rarely get anxious.  [They do say opposites attract, you know...]

...his deep and abiding belief in the gospel of Jesus Christ.

...his extremely optimistic nature, no matter the circumstance.

...his talent for being around kids and the joy on his face when he is.

...his inability to be selfish [especially when it comes to my selfishness].

...his love for electronics [especially of the brand-new variety].

...his incessant desire to go to Costco [whether we need to or not].

...his inevitably turning our daughters into "daddy's girls" [as evidenced by his quickly giving in to his sister and to me].

...his love of humor [in all situations].

...his desire to spend time in the outdoors.

...his love of his marriage and of the fact that he is married.

...his need to always have juice in the refrigerator.

...his need to always be the one driving.

...his putting up with driving my girly car.  [It gets better gas mileage than his manly truck.]

...his quick [and heart-stopping] smile.

...his big dreams for life.

And I love...

him.