Keith is so good to me. I swear it. I don't deserve it.
He will do the dishes, wash the clothes, whatever and never complains.
He will say on a Sunday afternoon for me to go take a nap and he will fold the laundry
He works mulitple hours a week so he can give me nice things.
He wants to be a dad more than any man I know.
He is humble and sweet.
He takes my mom and me out to lunch on random Sunday afternoons.
My sister says we are "disgustingly" happy.
He sends me flowers on Valentines Day
He goes out of his way to surprise me.
He brings me home a candy bar just because he was thinking about me.
He holds me up when I am sad, lets me cry on his shoulder, and makes me laugh.
I don't know why God blessed me with such a great man, but I thank Him every day for it.
