I am delighted...

• When you bring home-made eggrolls to my party, and they taste amazing.
  
  
• When you manage to wait until 7am to text me even though you can barely contain your excitement.
  
  
• When you run out into the backyard, naked, to welcome the new year.
  
  
• When you ditch your family in Jersey to come spend 5 days with me and have what can only be described as a Frienaissance.
  
  
• When you check on me everyday because you know that I bore easily.
  
  
• When you take a turn doing the grocery shopping and remember to buy the wine that I like.
  
  
• When you proclaim, through a mouthful of my cupcakes, that they are delicious and you don't even like cake!
  
  
• When you continue to talk to me as I eat 7 spoonfuls of frosting as if it's no big deal.
  
  
• When you take me out for oysters twice in one month. ♥
  

I am delighted

When you scornfully make fun of me for wearing fake eyelashes and I get to say, "THESE ARE MY REAL EYELASHES BITCH! In yo face!"

When you scrape my windshield for me at 12:30am.

When you tell yourself knock-knock jokes and then laugh hysterically for 10 minutes.

When you call Dan "Bananaface."

When you instantly forgive me for punching your car in the face with my car.

When you move home from SC and I am already looking forward to 2011 with you here.

When my 9th grade best friend comes to visit me after 10 years and it's exactly like it was in 1993; neither of us has changed.

When you send me pictures of your lunch.

I am smitten...

When I giggle and warn you, during our 10:30pm phone conversation, that I have just taken NyQuil and you reply, "Awesome. We're talking all night. Go get a beer."

When, driving me home after an amazing date, you let me blast my favorite Yeah Yeah Yeahs song and sing along loudly with all of the windows down.

When I am forced to buy my favorite type of yogurt in blueberry (which I don't care for), because that is all that is left on the shelf, and I eat it and find it to be AMBROSIAL.

When you indulge my secret crush on a certain British vampire-actor and buy me a calendar of him for Christmas.

When you label the wrapped calendar with a tag that has a fanged-smiley face after the From:.

When, in an effort to out-child me, you produce beautiful twin boys who I already love.

When you still remember the reasons behind those 2 times we almost got thrown out of 11th grade Biology.