Don't think I don't notice all the little things you do that matter so much to me

Don't think I don't notice all the little things you do that matter so much to me. Kisses in the morning, I love you's at night, just the special way you look straight through me.

The way you hold me when it thunders and the way you always manage to catch me when I fall. The unfaltering way you bravely try my cooking, whether its burnt to a crisp, raw in the center or to terrifying to even imagine what it could be. You wipe away my tears and smile at me and I promise you one day I'll try to do better but you just smile at me and I know that everything will be okay. Those are the special things, the little things that make my day.

And don't think I don't love the presents you give to me. The Mercedes Benz parked in our garage, the trip to Paris last fall and the diamond ring that glitters on my hand. But to be honest I still love you more.

I thank you for letting me into your life, making me your wife, just letting me be part of your family. Sometimes I feel so blessed that I'm the one who makes you laugh, makes you smile. I'm the on who gets to share your memories, share your thoughts, you've never had to hide from me. And I can rest on you and you will hold me up and I swear I'll try to do the same thing for you.

But it's the small things that endear you to me the most. Like the way you brush my hair out of my eyes and your hand in mine as we walk down the street. Opening the car door, letting me choose the movie and the way you tenderly put our daughter to sleep.

And even after all these years, I still adore the way you get jealous and possessive when another man looks at me, even though you know I'm nobody, if I'm not with you.

I love the way you still make me feel like I'm loved, warm and safe. You ground me and support me and you make me feel like I can touch the moon. So I am thankful for all the simple things, for all the little things. I love you.