On the 8th Day of Thanksgiving...

...I am thankful for Adam. He is so good to me, and I'm so lucky to have him! Here is my tribute to da hubby:

I love that he tells me he loves me about a million times every day, and means it every time. I love that he never lets a day go by without telling me how beautiful he thinks I am. I love how he spends endless amounts of time planning our “next vacation”. I love when he refers to our future children as “my boy” and “my little girl”. I love when he looks at me with a special twinkle in his eye when I have a baby in my arms. I love his “go big or go home” attitude. I love that he has never made a promise and not kept it. I love that he’s such a football stud. I love that he sings at the top of his lungs in the shower to Luther Vandross and other silky love music, usually without hitting even 1 correct note. I love that he never notices when women check him out or flirt with him. I love that he misses me when we’re not together. I love that even though he could care less about holidays, he indulges me in my obsession with holiday decorations and festivities. I love that he always thanks me for dinner (even when it’s hamburgers from Wendy’s). I love that he dreams big, and often starts conversations with “When I make a lot of money…” I love that he doesn’t have to bear his testimony for me to know that the Gospel is the most important thing in his life. I love that he supports me-and often pushes me when I’m lazy-in my education. I love that he loves to shower me with gifts, even though we don’t have the money and it’s often just a chocolate bar when I’m PMSing. I love that he always knows exactly what to say when I’m upset. I love that he’s so tolerant and quick to forgive. I love when he laughs at me for being a total goober. I love that when I cry, nothing else in the whole world matters until he fixes it. I love that he can always tell when I need to cuddle (even though he hates it), or when I need a hug. I love that we are so different, and yet so alike. I love how he never hangs up with his mom, dad, or sister without telling them he loves them. I love when he rough-houses with Duke and how he treats him like the son he doesn’t have. I love how easily he makes friends, and how a friend of his once is a friend of his for life. I love that he takes me to the temple on a regular basis. I love that even since our very first date I have always felt safe and totally comfortable with him. I love that he gets so embarrassed when I tell him how great he is.