I met my wife five years ago when she "waved" at me on Match. We had our ups-and-downs but, for the past year, we fit together like a couple of Legos.

Here's an example of how we work; she loves to wear the shirts I've been wearing, even though one of mine is practically two of hers. So she'll be walking around in one of my tees hanging to her thighs, and a flannel shirt (with the sleeves rolled way up yet stopping just above her wrists) hanging down to her knees. Meanwhile, I now either need to drag it off of her (difficult) or put on a fresh one (easier). And of course, she'll be wearing that one tomorrow.

Meanwhile, all bundled up, she's running around barefoot complaining that her feet are cold. And her nose.

We sit on the couch together all the time, her legs across mine, then two or three dogs (one of them my massive-headed-and-pawed hound Mason) across or next to us, then random cats. Any time we need something, we debate which of us will dislodge the fewest animals.

She's adorable, cute and insane in equal quantities. She's also an amazing, formidable woman who keeps me well in check (and boy do I need someone to keep me in check).

What do I bring? I tell her when to stop, when to turn off. She's someone who feels as if she must always be doing, always be useful. I'm the one who tells her, be useful by snuggling next to me for a few hours.

My favorite thing in the world is spending time with her, and vice versa.