The best recipe for happiness? L-O-V-E. love.

Then: 

He liked  that he never saw her bare back when she bent over.

She liked that he left at 12 every night, even if they were in the middle of something. 

She was easy to talk to, beautiful, and the first girl he had ever met that didn't have to play "the game."

He knew almost all the words to her favorite Celine Dion song, looked like a man instead of a boy,  and had the best smile she had ever seen.

He remembers parking her car and running it into his the first time they hung out together...

She remembers being so eager to sit next to him the Sunday after she met him that she practically sat on top of him. She found out later that he liked it.

On their first date he missed turns while driving because he was too busy talking to her. He cooked her mashed potatoes for dinner because they were her favorite and accidentally made her smash her hand against his stove because he poked her side with his finger. 

On their first date she made a list of things they could talk about in case she didn't know what to say and practiced them in her bedroom before he picked her up. He made her dinner and she suggested praying over their food out of habit and was really embarrassed after he said he'd never had a girl suggest that on a date before. 

He's not exactly sure when he first fell in love with her but he does know those seeds of love have steadily grown over the years. 

Her mom had said, "You better be careful Kate or you'll fall in love with that boy." Walking out of the kitchen she realized she already had.

Now:

He loves her amazing laugh(s), how she supports him in everything he wants to do and the incredible goodness in her that makes him want to be a better person.

She loves how much he adores his baby girl, that he knows her better than she knows herself, and that she still gets butterflies when he says he's coming home.