I still thrill to see his car pull into the driveway at night. I still love to flirt with him. Even after living with him and knowing him better than anyone, I still think he's brilliant and hilarious and wise and selfless. I have so much respect for him. I think that says a lot.
Even after seeing the very worst of me, he still loves me. That's one of life's great mysteries I'll never figure out.
I'm hoping this baby looks like him. Or at the very least has his eyes.
Happy (belated) anniversary, Steve. Here's to dozens and dozens more.