The Card
You hadn't even been waiting for it, but here it is: the text to a rather pathetic card I planned on giving Dan for our year-and-a-half anniversary (if you don't understand the significance of that date, you haven't read either the background or this musing). Sorry about the sort of run-on effect; I plan on scanning the actual card soon so you can see what I was trying to do there. It's nothing too exciting, but I like scanning things.
Things I Like About You
the way your face scrunches up right after I say something silly and right before you say "boop boop"�how nice your teeth and lips looks when you do that sort of half-smile�the face that you were kind of upset when I denounced MarioKart as being "too slow"�how you almost always start off a telephone conversation with "hooow you doin'" or "hoooow are you"�when you do that fake crying thing, and it looks so cute�the fact that when I press my fingers to your lips, you know to kiss them�that you open doors for me�even if you're embarrassed, you don't get mad at me for kissing you in public (most of the the time)�that you put your arm around me in church�your paltry excuses for tickling me ("you want me to")�that you go to Barnes and Noble with me (and bought me soup!)�I can always be sure of your acceptance and love, no matter what my opinion, is�how you look and sound when you say, "Oh, that's so cute" with that lisp�your frugality (though bothersome, it helps keep me in check)�that you think I'm beautiful�your lips, neck, face, eyes, etc., etc., etc.�that you don't ever show that you're annoyed when I interrupt your reading for the five hundreth time�the fact that I can trust you completely�that you did, in fact, once run out of the room screaming when Brittany Spears came on�that you get so excited about silly things, like remote-control lamps�that you like to touch me�that you can get along well with anyone�that you put up with my moods�that you've seemed to make an art of tickling me�holding you�when you say "that's crazy" or "oh no"�that you are not so genial that I have to slap you out of a comatose state�when you say, "that's my little girlfriend" when you're proud of me�that you strive to do what's right and walk in God's path�that you care about those things too often dismissed by the masses�you are a wonderful person�you have good taste in girlfriends�you are decisive when it really matters