My Love

I'm sitting here at work at it's 3am... I have a little downtime and I'm looking through blogs and I just keep thinking about how badly I wish I was sleeping next to my love. I'm not one to be mushy and gooey on my blog, but tonight I just miss him, and his birthday is on Thursday so I thought it appropriate to write a mushy post about him.
Brady always knows how to make me smile. When I say "don't you dare think about waking me up in the morning" he says "baby when you get home in the morning, come in and jump on me so I can hold you". He is so smart... he'll talk your head off if you ask him about the weather forecast for the week, or how tornados are formed, or what the average high is in any given state in the U.S (I think he may be like my dad where he just says numbers confidently so you can't tell if he's pulling them out of his butt or if he really does know). If the tv isn't turned on to the weather channel, you can be sure he's got a John Wayne movie playing. He always tells me how pretty I am, even when I'm waking up in the afternoon after my 3rd night shift in the afternoon, baggy eyes and all. He rubs my belly when it hurts. He can eat cheddar cheese and peanut butter jelly sandwhiches like they were going out of style. He thinks making the bed is stupid since it's just going to get messed up anyway, but he occassionally suprises me with a loaded dishwasher and clean sink. He thinks it's hilarious to smother me with his body after he's been running in 105 degree weather. He's the greatest man I could have ever hoped to marry, I'm not sure how I got so lucky. I never knew I could love someone so much. I love you Brady, happy birthday.