Love, Love, Love.....

I love Matt. Why? Because he brings me flowers for absolutely no reason. Just because. He is the sweetest man I have ever know, and he treats me like a princess. He is my best friend and we can laugh and joke and have so much fun together no matter what we are doing. He understands my pathetic attempts at anything athletic, but he still plays with me, or indulges in my brilliant ideas that involve breaking a sweat. (Mostly because I think he gets a kick out of watching me while doing attempting these things, especially racquetball, as I tend to have terrible reflexes and the ball hits me in the face/head/body 50% of the time).
I better stop gushing about him now, or he will get a big head :)