Because my blog post title is a Tweet you thought of and haven't posted yet.
Because the first time you kissed me, my stomach flipped.
Because you drive a Subaru.
Because you know all the words to all the songs I grew up singing, even though they're the songs our grandparents grew up singing.
Because you sing with me, and harmonize beautifully.
Because you always jump to the same harmony I do.
Because we finish each other's...sandwiches.
Because the day we collaborated on that spec script was one of the most exciting of my life.
Because you took me to Paris.
Because you love that Charlie calls you Uncle Ish.
Because you buy too much wine, and make a killer martini.
Because you read more political blogs than I do.
Because you always beat me at trivia.
Because you have taken the time to try and figure out who you are and what you want, because "almost" wasn't good enough.
Because your bravery in pursuing stand-up awes me, has always awed me.
Because you and I are the worst negotiators ever, and have our collective four cats to prove it.
Because you are good and kind and handsome and smart and loving and caring and thoughtful and you make me laugh every day.
Because you are my part-mer.
And maybe because three times is the charm.
But mostly because this is how it should be, should feel. Because you make me so happy, because you make my life more fun and exciting than it's ever been. Because the thought of a life with you does not worry or frighten me, but fills me with joy and hope and outright glee. Because I know I am loved so very much in return.
Because of all of this,
because I want yours to be the face I see first thing each morning and last at night for as long as we have days,
because of so much more I cannot put into words,
I just answered Yes, I will marry you.
Because of course, yes, of course, I will.