river deep, mountain high

for never busting out with what happened on "heroes" before i can watch it, even though i pull the "was it?? no! don't tell me! ok, damn! was it?! no...don't tell me!" routine on you.

for letting me sleep in on the weekends and waking me up in some unique fashion when it gets to be after 10 a.m., and you fear i'll sleep the day away (though i suspect you know i'm faking being asleep by then and am merely waiting for your return to bed).

for pretty much taking the reigns on giving the boys their baths since they were babies so i can simply sit down a moment.

for being the person our sons adore. seriously. many days i am of the opinion you are the sun they orbit around.

for working so i am able to stay home and help raise our family, for never saying "when are you going to get a real job?" because you know i actually have one now, and for never outwardly stressing about situations this one-income lifestyle can raise even when you see me freaking out about it.

for still grabbing my ass when i'm standing at the bathroom counter getting ready for the day or leaning over the kitchen counter eating peanut butter toast and reading the newspaper.

for never busting me when you get in the mini after i've been in there and nearly get blown out from the sonic boom of the radio i've left cranked to 40.

for shoveling the snow, getting me ice cream when i simply raise my eyebrow and suggest it, and for the imperfect (and ok, really annoying) way you fold underwear.

but mostly for putting up with me. you may or may not read this. i have no idea. but if you do, here you go. we're not the best at saying it much, but we hopefully both know it.

for these and many more significant things.

and seriously, especially for the "heroes" thing...