Gabe does the cutest thing. Sometimes, he'll sit on John's lap during story time and when I go in to give hugs and kisses night night, he'll be extra cuddly. He'll put one tiny hand on my cheek then reach over the other hand and put it on John's cheek and pull us both towards him. Then he says "match!".
Like seriously? How freakin cute is that? John and I then shoot each other the look that means, omg our kid is the cutest thing ever! You're dying inside too, right?
But Gabe is on to something. We are a match. Me and my handsome feller. No need to go on and on about why we are a match. But I feel like if you know us, you know why. He is literally my better half. My more patient half. My calmer, less irritable half. Everything I lack, he makes up for. He's the best.
How's that for some mushy Valentine's action?