Dear Weston.

{warning: this is going to be disgustingly adorable.}

{i can't help it. i love this man.}

  Hey babe.

I love you.

But I expect you already know that...after all, I do make it a point to tell you.

A lot.  Perhaps one hundred times a day is too often.

But I don't even think it's enough.

I love the way we laugh for ages when we go to bed each night.

I love the way you sneak quietly into the bedroom to give me a kiss goodbye every morning.

I love the way you can talk for hours, about everything and nothing at all.

I love the way you send me silly pictures from work.

I love the way you walk.  Nice butt.

I love the way you put so much effort into your friendships.  Your loyalty is amazing to me.

I love the way you love your daughter.

I love the way you spend more time on your appearance at times than I do.

It's worth it...you're a sexy beast.

I love the way you remind me how pretty you think I am.

I love the way you'll let me keep the Christmas tree up for longer than necessary.

I love the way you call me baby.

I can't wait to share your last name.