Dear Shane,

I put the toilet paper roll on "wrong".

I can be extremely moody. (ok, ok! I am extremely moody.)

I commandeer the remote control and flip through the channels, even when I know you are watching something on TV.

I sometimes squeeze the toothpaste tube in the middle.

I am indecisive.

I am stubborn and always want to be right (even when I am clearly wrong).

Eleven years ago, you stood with me in a little church, in front of our family and friends and vowed to love me always. And in spite of all my faults, you're still here.

Thank you for loving me. Probably more importantly, thank you for not making a run for it.

You see everything, you see every part

You see all my light and you love my dark

You dig everything of which I'm ashamed

There's not anything to which you can't relate

And you're still here