It is so easy to be with you. We don't really do anything, but we do it well, together.And these are just a few of the reasons why I am so lucky to have Saint in my life.
You are always on my side (even when there isn't a side to take) and it makes coming home from a tough day, that much easier.
You have my gift long before we decide not to exchange gifts.
Even after the eighteenth text - in one day - of I love you, you still return the text with you love me.
The relationship you have with my cat, Izabel, is strained at the very least, but knowing that she may not be happy in our new city, you agree to take her if necessary. You also choose to switch sides of the bed with me rather than sweep Izabel off your side of the bed.
You are willing to push aside the mushrooms and other miscellaneous veggies that I like to eat and cook with which you are not a fan of.
For Band Day, you lent me your Guns N Roses tee.
You are willing to be on "alien watch" even though we both know it is simply because the scientist in you must know what that damn noise is that keeps me awake at night.
I am reading a book about religion and send you a text that I would like to go visit and stay in an Amish Bed n Breakfast, even though initially you are against it, you resign because you know it will make me happy (and it will give you something else to make fun of).
With bad knees and a work time of 3am, you are still willing and able to don a pair of ice skates and hobble around the arena listening to Justin Bieber on Teen night with a bunch of swooning middle age school girls and my niece.
Happy Valentine's Day peeps!!