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She takes care of me.  11pm fighting. 9am still fighting. 7pm home from work still fighting. 730pm still fighting, curled up in bed, Dana sitting next to me, making sure I have everything I need, probably thinking "I hope this idiot is ok".

She knows that "like" fluctuates but love never changes. 

She won the argument by the way.

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She's five-foot-thirteen in heels.

I swear she is two inches taller in the morning than at night. And I love it.  We never have trouble cleaning the ceiling fans.  The light bulbs are always fresh. 

She is long, lean and moves like a cat.  She's my very own super model. I love the way her legs look in the dresses I buy her.

Our kids are going to be giants!!

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Her appetite.

I outweigh her by almost eighty pounds. Yet I've seen her finish a large pizza before me. She looks up at me with "Uh-Oh" eyes... and I love the fact that her hunger for life is as big as mine. She just happens to wear it better than I do.

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Her Eyes

They are cavernous. She could never be a good poker player because her eyes tell the story every time. They are as honest as she is. They see the best and worst in me and chose to keep on. Filling them with surprise and laughter is the greatest pass time.

They are confident and inspire confidence in others. She takes command of you with them, and gives you back to the world better than when she found you.