So today I made Mike put up Christmas lights. I felt so bad, first the stapler wouldnt work ... well it worked it just wouldnt hold the lights up so he had to go along and tie each of the lights to the staples then the stapler ran out of staples and worst of all he's scared of heights...that's when you know you mean alot to the guy. He's so great, I love him so much. Like for my birthday he got my hair done at a expensive salon in Edmonton and I mean that was sooo sweet but just the fact that he took the time out of his day to put up christmas lights and yesterday he took me to go get our tree because he knows how much decorating the tree means to me( big thing in my family) and he he stood there while I bitched about how there lights didnt look right and how the beads weren't draped right and at the end when he put the star on top told me how perfect it looked. I've said it before and I'll say it again he's the greatest. It's not the big drastic things that make me feel special...don't get me wrong they really really do but it's the little things like the "I love you"s and the little kisses on the forhead while we're laying on the couch watching tv. It's the things like that  that let me know how much he cares and it's the things like that  that let me know that I've got "The One".