He fills the glass with Cherry Pepsi, even though he prefers regular. He agrees to getting a refill on the bucket of popcorn and drives me downtown to feed the geese, even though he could really use the extra rest on his day off. He glances over at me and smiles that knowing smile when Mr. T says something that cracks us up. He lets me sleep in until the last possible moment, then has a pot of coffee ready and waiting for me, knowing full well I am going to need it. He takes me to see a play every Valentines Day and buys me a cookie during intermission. He doesn't ask questions when he walks through the door and I beg him to take me on a date, even if it is only to the grocery store. He understands when on that same day on impulse I purchase In Praise of Stay at Home Moms by Dr. Laura because he knows I need it. He sleeps with the fan on knowing I am a princess when it comes to my sleep habits. He lets me warm up my cold feet on his warm legs. He drives out of his way to get my cup of coffee at Starbucks knowing full well that it means in 45 minutes I will be chatting like crazy at speed usually only seen at Nascar events. He trusts me and listens when I tell him I can't put my finger on it, but something's not right. He believes in my dreams. 


He is the man of my dreams.


Today is my 11th Valentines day with the man of my dreams. He has been with me through every major success, failure, happiest, and most miserable day of my life. He's been reassuring when I have been hesitant and scared. He's been loving and kind even when what I need the most is a wha-ambulence. He has been hardworking and supports our family so I can be home to raise Tucker. He picks on my little sister like every good brother-in-law should (she secretly likes it too). He is the father of my child and talked me through labor like a super trooper. He's a lover, not a fighter. 


I could never ask for more.