I just need to tell the world 

(...or at least the few people that read my blog...:) that 

I love my Bryce-o 

He's this super cute boy who says his wife is adorable when she's crying mascara tears. Who tries so hard to understand this ball of estrogen he lives with. Who has a perfectly good explanation for every frustrating or disappointing mystery in her Universe just to make her smile again. Who cleans and organizes and does dishes and laundry so she won't have to. Who fills her car up with gas and vacuums it out because she's clean-car-disabled. Who is so willing to love so completely.

Oh, you didn't ask why? Well...I'm telling you anyway.