When he doesn’t freak out because I accidentally used his toothbrush again.
When I can ask questions like, “Does this dress make me look wide in the hips?” or “Does this look hot-sexy or hot-skanky?” and get an honest answer.
During sex when we both pretend that the one of us didn’t just rip a huge fart.
When I fall asleep on the couch and when I wake there is a pillow under my head and a blanket draped over me.
When he apologizes for something shitty that happened at work, even though it wasn’t in any way his fault and in fact he protected me from it the best he could.
When I chide him for eating apple crisp for the third time in one day, but secretly I love that he’s so crazy about my baking.
When I don’t feel bad for selfishly spending the day geocaching by myself because I know that he needs the alone time just as badly as I do.
When he asks me when I’m going to get in a restaurant so that he can order for me because he knows that I tend to stutter when I order.
When I flip through the our media server and discover that he’s downloaded every season of Daria for me and added Rocko’s Modern Life to our instant que.
When I lean back over the bathtub so that he can help me rinse the dye out of my hair and he puts his hand gently under my back to help hold me up.
When he leans in real close and whispers fiercely, “I am going to fuck the shit outta you…after I have some ice cream,” before promptly falling asleep on the couch.
When we have a conversation about how if I ever get breast cancer and have to get a double mastectomy I’m going to get giant fake stripper boobs and he will sleep on them at night.
When I mention on com at work that I’m crazy tired and having trouble staying awake behind the console, and not five minutes later he appears at my shoulder with a pop.
When he pushes me to do something hard and terrifying because he knows it will make me a better person and he believes that I can do it.
Happy 4th Anniversary, Kyle.
Rawr rawr rawr.