I want to spill. the. beans.

I want to scream from the rooftops about how much I love him.

I want to admit to every person I meet that I want to marry him, and have his gorgeous little babies and grow old and stubborn and grumpy together. We may be going through a bit of a rough patch at the minute but it doesn't mean I'm not in love with the guy. I need him in my life.

He makes sliced bread look crap.