60. That you always push the cart in the grocery store. I hate doing that.

61. That you are a sucker for sunsets and waterfalls.

62. That you walked several blocks back to the parking deck to fetch my wallet from the car because the restaurant we were in wouldn't serve me alcohol without my ID and you know how much I love my wine.

63. That you ask my advice on things, and we consult each other on nearly every decision, big or small.

64. That you juice limes with a wrench.

65. The Steamroller.

66. Last week when you were still asleep when I left for work, and I came in to tell you I was leaving and you responded sweetly, and sleepily, "Love you."

67. That in the mornings you sometimes put your arms around me and gently rock me awake so I don't have to wake abruptly. (A technique so effective that I never even consciously remembered you doing this until you happened to mention it once recently.)

68. That you like looking out the window of an airplane.

69. That once, when you weren't able to think clearly for a few days, you were worried you'd had a stroke or something, because not having a completely sharp mind at all times is totally foreign to you. Hello and WELCOME TO MY WORLD. (See #71.)

70. That you always call me by the nickname you've given me. Love that. (It's rare for you to call me by my actual name, but perhaps because of that it's sorta a special thing and I'm always flooded with a warmth when you do.)

71. That you remember dates and numbers for everything. We'll both read an article, or hear a presentation, and later you'll be telling someone else about it and you'll say, "And then in 1902 the dam was built..." And I'll exclaim, "How on earth do you remember it was 1902?!" And you'll look at me like, "How do you NOT remember it was 1902?"

72. Your 'down from the ledge' talks. You calm and center me. And even the times when I tell you what I need to hear, it's hearing it from you - in your voice - that soothes me.

73. Your hugs, and how when I really need one you know and just fold me in, without a word.

74. Your interpretive dancing that makes me howl with laughter.

Tomorrow is our five-year wedding anniversary.

The past few months, we've noticed that we are frequently having the very same thoughts. One of us will say aloud what we're thinking and the other will say, "I was just thinking that SAME EXACT thing." The thoughts are always eerily specific, and I marvel that anyone else but me would be thinking that at all, much less at the same time.

We are such an old married couple, and I totally love that.