One of the things I loved about you immediately when we met was that I could tell you were a hard worker. I mean, those luscious arm muscles that I pointed out to my sister were one obvious way I could tell. But just by watching you and talking to you, I could sense that you had a strong work ethic, and that really impressed me. I love that you work so hard you're pooped when you come home and crash on the couch at 8:30. But really, I just love to watch you work. It doesn't matter what you're doing. It just makes me happy and makes me want to be more productive, too.