Today I love: watching him read his ipod two inches from his face before he finds his glasses in the morning, the way he forgets to dry his back off when he gets out of the shower, his willingness to forgive and forget, the way he puts his foot up on the seat when he drives, the smack on the bum I got when I cornered him in the pantry, his so insistent ever failing attempts to teach me how to play pool, and the inner California boy inside of him just dying to get out.
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