I was a hopeless romantic from the start. My very first boyfriend, Adam, was my kindergarten experience with puppy love. He had ears that stuck straight out and was always in the front row of class pictures with the girls who were also too short for row 2. He told me he wanted to sit by me in music class, and if I didn't, he was going to dump me the next day. Well, the teacher didn't sit me by him, and I feared he was going to stick me in a trash can the next morning. Yeah, that MUST be what "dumped" means.

It's the imperfect things that make someone perfect. Big ears and short stature have turned into a dimpled chin and unruly hair. I listen to your rare, soft snore and it lulls me back to sleep. You shoot me a look, and I know what it means. You mumble through a mouth full of toothpaste, and I understand it as if you are speaking words. And I'll forever cherish that secret language only understood in a close relationship. As we carry on a conversation while we brush our teeth, it assures me that we're truly in sync.

I'll forever cherish the little things.