Dear Nick,
We say it often - as we hang up the phone, as we fall asleep. We use it describe our go-to Pandora station, Boyz II Men.We believe it shows itself every day in our dog Lady. We watch Ross and Rachel struggle with it.
But this is what the word has come to mean for me...
not burning the 17 hats you bought this year, seeing Fast and Furious 6 at 10:30 in the morning, standing strong together against the Clash of Clans takeover, same side sitting exclusively at the Melting Pot, long walks down Sutherland Avenue, becoming (gulp) a Duck Dynasty fan, waking up to find breakfast in bed, jumping around in a circle with our arms around one another, hearing you tell people about how we met, mustache man :{) ,
patiently listening and learning about wildlife, discussing Lady's secret life as the Redbox operator, explaining being introverted on the way to St. Louis, potentially being the most incompatible tv watchers to ever exist, jerk chicken and Pina Colada's in Jamaica, buying our first (and maybe last) real Christmas tree, your goofy smile that you use to try and get out of whatever you did to piss me off, legitimately hating you for 2 nights out of the year when the Battle of Tobacco Road commences, knowing that if I ask you a question that you're going to try and answer it as simply as possible with as few words as possible....and not letting you get away with it, you always getting Cherry Coke to split at the movie theater even though you HATE cherry coke, being so impressed by how you handle yourself around high school girls,
Nicholas Anthony Sherrod, I am in love with you. Thanks for loving me back.
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