I love you even though you drew this on my arm as I slept Sunday afternoon.
I love you even though you quoted a Clay Aiken song at Tommy's wedding dinner.
And I love you for telling the truth. Always the truth. Like when we were talking about that one girl:
Me: What do you think when you see her?
You: That she has a stick up her a**.
Me: What do people think when they see me?
You: That you have a stick up your a** too.......only a smaller stick.