you are ultra-prepared for motherhood.

you rub my head and back for 20 minutes while I'm shnapping.

You're so cute when you're tired at 830.

You are the home to my pea/rice.

You immediately and sincerely support my desire for animal companionship even when you know it might be an issue with your allergies down the road.

You tried to catch me when I fell down the stairs.

Your family is amazing.

You know how to drive stick.

You're crafty.

You're beautiful.

You keep us organized.

You're really good at your job.

You put up with the smelly.

You bring home the bacon.

You send me pictures of puppies.

You're cute when you say "yay" - you actually really mean it.

We are the luckiest.

You have crazy awesome green eyes.

You put up with my smelly girl.

You're ok with me getting a PS3...? For my recovery? And Netflix and stuff?

You tolerate my silly fad obsessions.

You are so excited to be a mom (of humans).

You put together a bed like a champ.

You're excited when I call you at work.

You gave me Snowball for a year.

You make silly comments about things when you think I'm not paying attention.

You curse when you get really mad.

You are a ridiculously good mom to our dogs.

You support the hell out of me when I'm most vulnerable.

You make me rethink bad big decisions.

You are so strong when saying goodbye.