we're five.

i love...

waking up each morning next to my best friend.

confiding my every thought without fearing for his opinion of me.

taking care of him and knowing that he's taking care of me.

having a person to talk to about the boys that is as in love with them as i am.

sharing toothbrushes and deodorant and razors without a second thought.

being able to tell when he's fibbing about anything.

getting chubby eating midnight snacks and then going on diets together.

not caring where we are, so long as we're side-by-side.

knowing each other well enough to be able to recognize deep needs when petty arguments break out.

the way the sun seems to come out when he is near.

...i love everything about being married to him (and i promise i really thought that through before i allowed myself to type it).

happy fifth anniversary, my love. i feel simple joy when i think of us sharing those years-times-ten and more.