I love you. A lot. Even when I go a little crazy... And stomp on your crackers... And nag at you to do things around the shoebox*... And especially when you hold our baby and tell him that we love him. He looks like you, ya know. I hope this love note gave you warm fuzzies. It was meant to be a warm, fuzzy love note.
*Our apartment was small (maybe 450 sq. ft.), and it was shaped like a square. I sometimes called it the shoebox. Especially when waxing poetic for the sake of short love letter.