Because after 22 years of being married to this guy, he still melts my heart. With his romantic Southern drawl, and his beat-up cowboy boots. Because he gets up before me every single winter morning and turns on the bathroom heater so it is all toasty when I get in there. Because he has a sixth sense about when I need a cup of tea or a glass of wine or a cookie. Because he has never complained One Single Time about having yet another lukewarm dinner because I needed to take one more picture of it. Because he still makes my heart beat fast and my knees go weak. Because he makes me feel cherished and special every single day. Because of more than I could ever tell you. Because of all that.
So the least I can do is make the guy some Melting Moments, with extra love on the side. And not to give him a hard time when he swipes one early.