106. Watching you do pull-ups

107. The sweat that soaks through the back of your t-shirt when we work out - so freaking sexy

108. When you kiss me on the cheek or pat me as we pass each other in the kitchen

109. When you tell me about a joke or comment you made at work that fell flat and how you thought to yourself, "Kelly would have gotten it."

110. That when I was sobbing in the kitchen on a particularly desperate day, and you held me and said it was going to be okay, you somehow made those words seem believable to me

111. The adorable butt-wiggling dance you do

112. Dreaming with you, on cold winter weekends, of all the places we could escape to

113. That you can never remember if you like homestyle or curly fries at Arby's

114. That you pour my to-go coffee every morning because I am always running late

115. That when I came into the kitchen the other morning you proudly exclaimed, "Choose your lunch!" and had lined up the various side options on the counter, grouped by type: chips or caramel corn, apple or orange, Skittles or a Reese's Cup.

116. Your eyes

117. That while I was completely, utterly overwhelmed by the huge mountain of snow at the end of the driveway, you just calmly began chipping away at it ... and how that's a metaphor for pretty much everything

118. That you blare Metallica during the evenings I'm at the rescue squad

119. That you download podcasts of our favorite radio shows

120. That you are a master at finding and planning hikes when we travel

Our marriage is the thing I'm most proud of, and that has every bit as much to do with you as it does me. Happy eight years, dear.