What I love about you...

Day 2
I love that the standard by which humor is judged in your family is wether or not it makes someone snort.
I love that you carry Logan on your back to get him to go to bed.
I love that you try to read the kids scriptures, even though they are all over the place.
I love that Dylan thought you had spilled something on your hair to make a few turn white.
I love that you told him that having children makes all of the color leave. You aren't a flamingo.
I love that you are the eldest son in your family and you act like it. But I wish you wouldn't worry so.
I love that you wake up early to read scriptures and go to work every single day.
I love that you are a proud '97 banged up civic driver and that you have so much faith and love for it.
I love that you kiss me goodbye every morning.
I love my milk jug notes, even when they are highjacked.
I love that you still fall asleep on the little couch even though your legs hang five feet over the edge.
I love that you are creative and passionate.
I love that you think you have bad karma after having a bad attitude.
I love that my Grandma loves you and that you make her laugh. (Speaking of Carma)
I love that you send my Dad ridiculous emails of that police guy.
I love that you introduced my Dad to chickety China the Chinese Chicken.
(Whenever I say that line it's impossible for me to not finish the song)
I love that you say ridiculous things that make me laugh so much.
I love that you keep me on my toes.
I love that everyone thinks my sister's name is Petey.
I love that you still have our pine cone and my gold that is from the coolest ride of all time at my favorite place of all time.
I love that you don't hate me for wanting to live at Disneyland.
I love that you daydream about driving in fast cars. (You are such a boy.)
I love that you are an obsessed fan of a make believe bird.
I love that the kids adore everything about you.
I love that Dylan panics when he doesn't get to say goodbye, that Brooklyn is totally smitten by you and always wants you to throw her in the sky, that Logan is your mini me and is thrilled when you come home, and that Parker sleeping on you is the sweetest thing I've ever seen.
I love that you dance with me.
I love you.