date night. He said something like, "Ugh. That's a weird picture of me," to which I replied, "Really? I love it. I set it as my phone background." He then smiled and said, "I like that you like me." A statement as simple as that perfectly sums up so much of marriage and making it work.
I like hearing about his day at work, even though what he does, in itself, isn't one of my passions. I like going on walks with him and discovering the things that catch his eye. I like when we're having a conversation and I can tell he's not fully paying attention, but then he comes to and shares what's on his mind. I like watching him get excited about new gadgets or hobbies. I like watching him learn new things. I like him.
I like that he lets me be myself. I like that he listens to the rambles of my mostly uneventful day as if it were terribly interesting. I like that he tries new things I cook, even when I try to sneak in a vegetarian meal here and there. I like that he holds my hand and that he's still taller than me when I wear heels. I like that he tells me I look pretty when I've just woken up with smeared makeup from the day before and rats nest hair on the top of my head. I like that he hurries to do the dishes on evenings when I'm stressed. He likes me.
I like that I like him. He likes that I like him. I like that he likes me. He likes that he likes me. I think if we can keep that up, we'll be golden.