An Ode to my Husband, the father of my children

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways... (or list, I hate writing down numbers)

Warning: This may cause extreme jealousy for the man I married.

I love thee for brushing my hair during movies.
I love thee for thinking I'm brilliant and the hottest thing to walk the planet.
I love thee for never asking "whats for dinner?" but jumping in yourself and helping out.
I love thee for all our dates in the ER, keeping me company through the torture.
I love thee for doing laundry, dishes, scrubbing toilets and tubs, taking out the trash, cooking, and mowing the lawn. (there's more.)
I love thee for being a list man, an organizer, and rational, because let's be honest, I am none of those.
I love thee for being snuggly, kissy, and pretty much all over me all the time. Where would I be without the confidence you instill in me?
I love thee for honoring your priesthood, going to thousands of meetings, and getting up everyday to go to work.
I love thee for playing catch, pushing swings, and playing clue and dominoes.
I love thee for having tears in your eyes and kissing my forehead when our babies were born.
I love thee for saving my life countless times, many during the middle of the night.
I love thee for letting me talk your head off late into the night when you have to get up so early.
I love thee for having a strong body, for doing the physical things I'm not capable of sometimes.
I love thee for not complaining about having a sick wife.
And I love thee for letting me know everyday that you're more in love with me than the last.

I am not me without you. Thank you for asking me to marry you, I'd do it again everyday.