We work because he tells me I'm pretty and because I can never get enough of his sexy jawline.
We work because he's willing to go to big get togethers with me on a weekend night as long as I promise to watch the next Transformers with him.
We work because he does the grocery shopping on a Saturday night when I have to chaperon a school dance and he buys the wrong kinds of lettuce and gets frazzled trying to find minced garlic and pineapple juice but he doesn't complain.
We work because when he says dirty, inappropriate things to me I reply, "Oh, that's so romantic!" and I mean it.
We work because we are both passionate, stubborn people who hate to be wrong. And because I won't let him leave the room when I'm trying to prove a point until he finally says, "Bonnie! I am going to explode if you don't give me a minute!" and that's my cue that he means it and I need to stop arguing and give the boy some peace and quiet.
We work because he sends me texts that say "Great post today, Bon," and because he lets me write about him all over the internet and only gets mildly embarrassed when my great aunts know every last detail of his life.
We work because we pray together and we teach ten year olds about Jesus together and because we are so grateful to God for putting us in each others' paths.
We work because he puts an effort in with my big, loud family and because I have no complaints about small, intimate dinners out with his.
We work because he does accents and voices and then I do them back and he tells me my voices are an embarrassment to his craft, and that I have no training and I respond, "I SO SAWRY!" and he just laughs.
We work because he shows up at school unexpectedly to surprise me with lunch on his day off and he watches me teach and when the tikes file out he says "I don't know how you do this job."
We work because we support each other's dreams even though they're totally crazy and wild and because we both crave adventure and because when I say on Wednesday, "Do you want to go to Vegas this weekend?" he says yes and on Friday we're on our way.
We work because we both like the room cold when we sleep and the door shut. Because we let the sheets go too long without changing them but neither one of us mind. Because he lets me eat tortilla chips in bed and only gets mildly annoyed when the bed's filled with crumbs the next day.
We work because he watches The Kardashians with me.
We work because I buy his favorite energy drink at the gas station.
We work because he's a dreamer and I'm a realist. Because I'm loud and he's quiet. Because I save and he spends, because he follows rules and I break them all.
We work because we work. Because we fight like crazy for our marriage and because we try to be better and kinder and more sensitive even though it can be so hard sometimes. We work because we are crazy about each other even in the worst of times. We work because I know he would do anything in the world for me at the drop of a hat and because he lets me know I am always his number one priority no matter what.
Both Taylor and I wrote our own Why We Work posts in honor of Vday and now it's your turn! Take this chance to brag about your relationship. Of course you can write about your honey buns, but you don't have to limit it to significant others. You can write about your mom, your pet, your best friend, whoever! Tell us why it works, slap that image somewhere on the post and link up on the bottom!