You love me when I take goofy pictures of myself wearing my favorite winter hat. You love me when I leave dirty dishes and tupperware in the kitchen sink. You love me when I'm too lazy to take the dogs for a walk. You love me when I take over our book shelves with the dozens of books I borrow from the library. You love me when I steal the covers. You love me when I decide to use our extra bedroom as an art room and then take four months to set it up. You love me when I dedicate a significant portion of our grocery budget to ice cream and desserts. You love me when I'm running late, yet again. You love me when I'm anxious, sad, angry, upset, tired, and hungry.
You usually show me you love me with patience, hugs, and sighs accompanied by an "oh Mary..." Thank you for making me feel so loved - for all of who I am.