- He makes me laugh. He's a complete goofball, and if I'm ever stressed out or just having a bad day, he'll usually be able to make it better just with his sense of humor.
- He has the number 1 quality I've always looked for. You know those lists you always made in Young Women's about what your future husband should be like? On every one of mine was "Knows when to be fun and when to be serious." And Tanner has a very good balance of that. He knows when to just make me laugh and when he needs to actually listen and talk to me.
- He can get along with just about anybody. I'm suuuuper shy the majority of the time. He can always make me feel comfortable around new people because he's just good with people in general. I never have to feel awkward with anyone around him.
- He tells really good stories.
- He doesn't beat around the bush. I can always count on him to be truthful when I ask him for his opinion.
- He likes some girly things. He'll go shopping with me and is willing to help me decorate the apartment because he enjoys doing stuff like that with me.
- He doesn't know his own strength (or possibly my own wimpiness.) I complain about this trait of his a lot. It seems to happen all too often that he is accidentally hurting me. Tickling turns into him smashing my head into a ceiling fan (I still have a dent on my forehead) and cuddling quickly turns into feeling like my lungs are going to collapse any minute. Granted, I have a low threshold for pain, but it still makes me laugh how often I'm telling him he has to be careful because "I'm fragile."
- He loves my nieces and nephews like I love them. (And they love him too!) I know he'll be a wonderful dad.
- He spoils the crap out of me. House decorations, nice dinners, movies, shopping trips, couches, you name it. If we can manage things into our budget, he is always willing to treat me like a princess.
There are so many more reasons, but luckily this has helped me start to wind down and get tired! I sure do love that man! As of 2:44 am, there are 6 days, 9 hours, and 14 minutes until I become Mrs. Edwards.
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