How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways
I love your shaggy hair,
the gentle glimmer in your eyes
I love that your mom tried to dress you
just like Prince, only pint-size.
I love that you once thought Boss Hogg
was actually considered in style.
I love how your sense of what’s ‘cool’ evolved,
My, look at how much you’ve grown!
I love that you went to your junior prom
thinking you were Al Capone.
I love that you thought mere peach fuzz
could pass for a ‘stache on your upper lip.
And most of all, I love you for being you–my sweet, crazy, dorky partner for life.
PS For one full month I am still 41 and you aren’t anymore.