To the most handsome man I've had the pleasure of getting to know.. you're mature when you need to be, and childish when you want to be. I love it. Thank you for sweeping me off my feet when things were tough, way back in the Fall. You gave me butterflies when I first met you years ago, and I still get them when I watch you pick out which plaid shirt to wear in the morning. You smell fantastic. I even like your cats. And your playlists (sometimes). I hope I can make you even a fraction as happy as you make me.
---a relocated cowgirl