oh my cowboy.

Dear Cowboy,

Sometimes I really don't think you know how much I appreciate the little things you do for me. Holding my hand, giving me random hugs, snuggling with me (even though you  hate to cuddle), complimenting me, random kisses, putting your arm around me, doing the laundry, finishing our basement, taking care of the puppies and dog so I don't have to, playing cards with me (even though you get frustrated because I win every time), helping me with my school and homework, knowing when to carry around febreze with you because of my gag reflex to you and your.... issues :), eating whatever I make, letting me be a child and not complaining about it for the most part, spending time with me, listening to whatever music I listen to, letting me be anal about the house being clean, laughing at my jokes, and well, just me all together, loving me, playing with me and so much more....

Saturday morning I woke up to the smell and crackle of bacon, french toast (my favorite thing ever), hash browns, eggs, grapefruit and my handsome cowboy cooking me breakfast. Then again, this beautiful Monday morning since we both have work off I woke up to bacon, (again... we both love it way to much) eggs, and pancakes. Any one else get that? I think its pretty freaking amazing. I love my cowboy.

This handsome cowboy is who I get to see every day. I know, I'm lucky. :) 

Of course we have our differences and sometimes what to kill each other, but without differences, or opposition how would we be able to appreciate the other good things? Plus I love being able to push each others buttons sometimes, its pretty flippin' hilarious when we get going. Well any who, this is a tribute to you my cowboy. I love you, thank you for your patience with me.