its gonna get icky in here for a moment so just bear with me. i want to tell you guys how awesome kev is, seriously, cos lord knows i don’t do it enough.
things i love/hate about kev:

• his smell - even when he hasn’t showered i want to roll up in that masculine, dorky smell
• he can do anything: wire the tv, hang blinds, console my silly ass
• he loves cats
• he loves my dogs
• he thinks i am hilarious
• he thinks i’m pretty
• the boy can cook
• those green eyes
• buddha belly yumminess
• the cutest butt in the metro area
• he lets me be the dorky, overbearing ‘tard that i am
• he embraces my dorky, overbearing, ‘tard ways
• “don’t think, just breathe”
• he is the best bed wrestler
• he plays with my hair
• my love for him is greater than anyone that i have ever loved
• he knows how much of a shithead i am and loves me anyway
• his taste in music
• when he sings in the car
• he has an odd past that makes him uber sexy
• he has more experience than i do
• he makes me laugh - and i mean, serious, gut busting laughing

i love you honeybears. always have, always will. i know i can be the world’s worst wife sometimes but you make everday worth living. oh good lord, i’m shedding a tear writing this…how fucking dorky can i get!