25 [happy birthday landon!]

Today is Landon's 25th birthday. Quarter of a century. Halfway to 50. Can rent a car without extra charges. TWO-FIVE.

I'd love to put into words why I love Landon. Why he's the best thing for me. But words aren't really capable of summing up something like wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone. That falls more in the "inexplicable" category. But here are some things that make him great.

Because he's humble about his strengths.

Because he gets ticked when he sees our neighbors littering.

Because he knows that Baby Swiss Cheez-its are the best way to remedy any stressful situation.

Because he washes the dishes 98.6% of the time, without me asking.

Because he lets me talk and talk and talk and talk even when he's tired. 

Because he has direction, focus, drive and goals.

Because he's even-keeled (except when our neighbors litter, of course).

Because he always offers to eat the burnt grilled cheese, quesadilla, etc.

Because he can't do a thing in the morning til he's had his juice.

Because he fills me in on things like Jeremy Lin, the weather in Oregon and the state of the NCAA.

Because when I say "I look like trash," he doesn't say something syrupy-sweet like "No, Katie, you look gorgeous," he says, "Hey, I like trash."

Love you Landon. Let's grow old together. Then we'll really look like trash.

xoxo.