Love

True love is going out for beer and soda once you have already put on your comfy pants and washed all your makeup off.

True love is taking off work and flying to LA on a whim so your wife can stand 8 feet away from her favorite musician and shrieks in delight everytime he looks her way.

True love is putting the nastiest smelling socks in the hamper time after time, holding your breath the entire time because they really are the NASTIEST smelly things in the world. And then washing the damn things.

True love is leaving your job, family, and friends behind and moving blindly across the country to live in a sardine can you have never seen before.

True love is watching and learning the ins and outs of college football so you can spend time together as a family.

True love is sacrificing value space on your DVR for 8 HOURS of althetic competition to make sure you recorded the WHOLE. DAMN. THING.

True love is staying up late at night, making fun of Crappy Line Caruso, cursing the lawn sprinklers and the annoying as hell rooster that lives down the road.

True love is learning to like The Bachelorette, Desperate Housewives, and Grey's Anatomy and learning to be absolutely silent during the shows.

True love is asking knowing your wife well enough to know she went on a hunt to make sure the baby possum was not laying dead in your yard.

True love is being comfortable in silence but not being afraid to say what you really think.

True love is busting out into a smile in the middle of a heated argument.

True love is knowing the worst thing about the other person and knowing that it's ok.

True love is still loving someone as much, and more and more each day after 5 years of marriage, 12 years of dating.

Happy 5th Anniversary to my amazing husband, Ben.