I never give enough credit to Mike. Even though he's not the type to send me flowers or buy me extravagant things, I could care less bc he's there when it counts the most. Like remembering how much I loved these custard cookies from Grenada and bringing me back a couple packs without me asking. Or telling me I look pretty after hearing me rant bc I messed up on my eyeliner and have to start over. And especially for understanding me instead of arguing with me, while reminding me that communication is important. I miss him.