call me on your way home, carry Kleenex in your pocket just in case I have an allergy attack, laugh at the messes I make, entertain my home improvement projects, have grace on the months I blow our budget, forgive me when I forget to do something you ask, are always willing to put Finley to bed at night while I finish dinner, find importance in family pictures because you know they are important to me, spoil me with the best birthday and Christmas presents, call me Splenda, find me attractive no matter whether I am fixed up or not, give to others even when I'm hesitant, calm me down when I am fired up, say bedtime prayers with Finley and sing her "Jesus Loves Me", realize that some of my closest family members aren't blood related, feed the animals at night even though I've had all day to do so, believe that no one is manipulative even though it often drives me crazy!, wonder what I was like when I was Finley's age, clean the kitchen each night after I cook, curl up on the couch with me to watch T.V., try to hug me first even though Finley bombards you as soon as you come in the door, force me to take medicine even when I don't want to, celebrate my latest craft project, read this blog even though you still don't get the "blog world", are always ready to go to church on Sunday morning, have more patience than I could ever dream of, would rather do something for me than for yourself, love on our children, consult me before committing us to someone else's plans, never let weather interfere with watching the Cowboys, use the best Grover voice when reading the Sesame Street books to Finley, are such a perfectionist when it comes to hanging anything on the wall despite the fact that I am the perfectionist in every other area of our lives, take the vacuum up and down the stairs so I don't have to carry it, tackle the mail pile on the kitchen island because you can't take it anymore, can fix anything and find the time to do so, get up early and get to work so that you can hopefully come home earlier to spend time with us, make us breakfast on the weekends, so different from me and yet so much the same, still hold my hand when we're in public...
Plain and simple
I love the way you love me.
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