One Hundred Twenty Four
There are 124 reasons I love my Valentine.
My Valentine:
- is funny.
- thinks I am funny.
- is strong.
- likes old movies.
- is damn cute when she laughs.
- hates TV.
- only reads good books.
- watched 2001 all the way through without complaining.
- has good posture.
- will make me dinner even if I am hungry at midnight.
- puts up with my shenanigans but wont hesitate to put me in check when I need it.
- likes Radiohead.
- doesn’t like Celine Dion or Bette Midler.
- plays guitar.
- sings well.
- is beautiful.
- has laughing hair.
- has eyes that light up when she sees me.
- is a great mother.
- knows how to row a boat.
- says my cooking is great even when it isn’t.
- takes care of me when I am sick.
- is hot.
- runs at least 6 miles a day.
- is honest.
- keeps promises.
- once gave me a Valentine’s day card that said “I am a love bot.”
- appreciates Kid A and Kurosawa.
- is spiritual.
- is not manipulative.
- does not hold grudges.
- doesn’t like to celebrate Valentine’s day.
- raises genius children.
- doesn’t like fast food.
- is fit.
- is kind.
- is caring to small animals.
- smells nice.
- bakes bread.
- is stylish.
- is an amazing lover.
- still kisses with saliva.
- is lovable.
- loves Super Mario Bros. 3.
- has cute feet.
- runs marathons.
- likes me to hold her when she is scared.
- has an awesome family.
- is an expert texter, a textpert.
- is smart.
- thinks I am smart.
- is trusting but not gullible.
- likes the outdoors.
- likes camping.
- is a good listener.
- makes me smile.
- has seen the original star wars movies a finity times.
- is a good person.
- likes serving others.
- doesn’t like crappy teen pop music.
- rubs my back after a difficult day.
- doesn’t wear makeup and is still gorgeous.
- has long luxurious hair.
- married me.
- is good with finances.
- makes super fine desserts.
- will dance with me at home even though I refuse to take social dance classes.
- sometimes wears stockings.
- makes my jaw drop when she wears those jeans.
- makes hamburgers and bacon for me even though she is vegetarian.
- is tidy.
- always keeps the house clean even though I don’t mind if it’s messy.
- has almond eyes that make me forget everything.
- can juggle.
- appreciates fine cuisine.
- makes me feel incredible even when I am not.
- is a good driver.
- remembers the words to every song she has ever heard.
- lets me have experimental hairstyles and doesn’t laugh.
- is courageous.
- will go to the sushi joint just because I like it.
- won’t punch me in the face even for a practical joke because she doesn’t want to hurt me.
- kickboxes (or is it practices kickboxing?).
- is a good teacher.
- is good with children.
- is not lazy.
- still amazes me.
- likes hiking.
- is considerate.
- types 90 words/minute.
- got into physical therapy school but decided to be a mother instead, a hot mother.
- makes cookies. Often.
- is forgiving.
- is modest.
- makes me want to be a better person but accepts me for who I am.
- has good teeth.
- laughs at my comics.
- is web savvy.
- has a tool box and knows how to fix things.
- is not a back seat driver.
- doesn’t nag.
- has a sexy neck and shoulders.
- lets me spend hundreds of dollars at the bookstore.
- lets me play halo (once in a while).
- gardens.
- never forgets to water the plants.
- is punctual.
- is good at card games.
- will kick your ass at monopoly.
- has cute dimples.
- makes beautiful babies.
- likes to travel and doesn’t hate me even though I once made us miss our flight home… by an entire day.
- is a good decorator.
- is a good hostess.
- is a good sister.
- plays tennis and has a tennis skirt.
- knows how to play Mah Jong.
- knows how to use chopsticks.
- loves Pho although hers tastes like bean sprouts and lacks cattle parts.
- is loved by everyone who knows her, not like me with my many enemies.
- cheers for all the teams I like and hates all the ones I hate (Die Red Sox! Die!).
- likes march madness and an occasional college football game.
- was a cheerleader and homecoming queen and star athlete in high school although she doesn’t like me to tell anyone.
- still loves me
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- 02.14.09 / 11pm
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- Ramblings

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