I never thanked you for the email you sent me from Nashville...you know, the one you wrote after you found out I had mailed a letter to your house while you were away? It wasn't that I didn't love every word you said, or that I didn't want to acknowledge it - things were just awkward for me then with waiting for you to get home and read my letter, ya know?

So not only do I want to thank you for that email, but I also want to thank you for not turning tail and running when you finally read my letter. We haven't talked about what was in it, but I'm still open to that. (At some point, we probably do need to talk about it at least a little. Whenever you're ready.)

On top of that, there are lots of other things I want to thank you for:

Thank you for making my tummy flip-flop, giving me butterflies on a daily basis, and calling me baby, sweetheart, and every other term of endearment that comes to your mind at any given moment.

Thank you for worrying about my headaches, and whether or not I get enough sleep, and my aches and pains from sitting too long at the computer because I don't want to miss a moment with you.

Thank you for wanting to see me without makeup and in my glasses, or just sleeping, or all wet and soapy in the shower.

Thank you for staying up with me until all hours of the morning online or on the phone even though you had to be at work the next day and I could sleep in.

Thank you for wanting to just sleep with me - literally - and for being so patient about waiting for the first time we make love.

Thank you for your willingness to play Moses - even if it never becomes necessary.

Thank you for Chester - he's a great listener.

Thank you for being such a great father to your kids - you don't know how deeply that touches me.

Thank you for the way you kiss me and run your hands through my hair, for nuzzling my neck, and telling me how great my skin feels when you run your hands over it.

Thank you for not shaving your goatee, even though I suspect you really want to.

Thank you for getting out of your Charlotte trip so we can spend a whole weekend together.

Thank you for letting me put my leg over yours while we ate dinner at Razzoo's, and letting me rest my head on your shoulder on the way home.

Thank you for liking my toe rings, my ankle bracelet, my black Ralph Lauren shorts, and my little moans.

Thank you for toast (PB&J), pineapple juice - and the ice cubes.

Thank you for making my hormones scream!

Thank you for everything you've been, everything you are, and everything you will be.

Thank you, Matthew!

*mwaw* my baby!!