I love you because… you are a caring, involved, playful, passionate dad, just like I always dreamed for my girls.
I love you because… you are the hottest, best looking man I know, and I’m extremely attracted to you. I wish I could make you believe this is 100% true; I don’t just say it because I’m your wife.
I love you because… you are so naturally friendly. You are a rare jewel in a busy, self-centered world.
I love you because… you’re compassionate. You see people, really see them. You notice the underdog, the overlooked, the needy. And they’re drawn to you too.
I love you because… you’re good in social situations. I never have to worry about “taking you out” into crowds of new people the way some women do. You’re never rude. You don’t say awkward or inappropriate things. You keep conversation going and make everyone feel at ease.
I love you because… you’re a manly man. You get dirty. You hunt and fish. You know how to gut a deer and bait a hook (isn’t that a country song?). You don’t get manicures and you don’t lay in tanning beds. I love that.
I love you because… you don’t play video games. I’m just sayin’.
I love you because… you work hard. So hard. You’re gone constantly and you do it all for us.
I love you because… you’re so talented. This is another thing you don’t believe but it’s true. From the time we started dating, I’ve been amazed you could sing/play guitar/build muscle/beat box/draw/write/swim/run/crack jokes/recite movie lines/imitate voices/etc. so well.
I love you because… you’re patient with me. You stick with me. When I criticize and nag too much, when our views on things are 1,000 miles apart, you hang in there and keep believing in us.
I love you because… you balance me out. You keep me from becoming too legalistic, too harsh, too narrow minded. Our kids will be more well-rounded because of you.
I love you because… you’re intelligent. You may be just an ‘ole country boy, but you know more about the world than I ever will. From world history to American history to the canonization of scripture to WWII to ISIS… you’re the man to ask when I have questions. And I’m thankful our kids will have you to ask too.