Because he thinks I am cute when I get a little tipsy (try drinking 1.5 pints of Erdinger on an empty stomach in a little body like mine).
Because he doesn’t mind me dropping a sausage down his car. Well. At least I think I dropped a sausage. Never mind.
Because he says he loves me even when I am a little tipsy and mumbling a whole bunch of nonsense.
Because he thinks it’s cool if I walk down the aisle to this little ditty: