Only you could keep me up at night, deprive me of so much sleep and still deserve smiles in the morning.

You alone could projectile vomit in my hair and have me feel bad for you, not myself.

Kissing anyone else’s feet, wouldn’t even be a consideration.  Or picking their nose.  Ick!

I wouldn’t cook for anyone else after they threw what I made on the floor.

You baby, are my exception.