For Peter.

For the children we share.

For every time you make me laugh.  (Especially the it-hurts-my-belly laugh.)

For every pair of socks you leave at the front door.

For every bouquet of flowers you bring me. (Even the discount ones that the ladies in line remind you to rip the sticker off.)

For every t-shirt I find that smells like Old Spice.

For the details you have to tell.

For giving me sleep-ins.

For all the songs you sing.

For the times you send me out of the house to find serenity when the kids are driving me crazy.

For every time you've filled up my gas when it was almost empty.

For letting me buy the ridiculously expensive coffee maker when a cheaper one would have been just fine.

For every time you've brought me a pecan pie, just because.

For golfing with Sheldon.

For letting me get in the clean sheets first.

For your tears at Juliana's dance recital.

For sharing the experience of being a parent with me.

Thank you.