I Like You

Becca is like a sister to me, only we never really get "sister PMS" towards each other. She is my best friend in Colorado. I'm not always sure that she knows/gets that, so I'm saying it right now in this blog. I doubt she reads this blog, she introduced Ben and I to each other and has listened to me babble about wedding crap for over a year while working on her PhD in biology and redoing a foreclosed townhouse she bought with her parents. She also helped me pass Spanish 3 so that I could graduate from college. I owe her so many favors and groceries and bottles of wine that it's not even funny. THANKS, BECCA, WE LOVE YOU!

Oh, and here's the awesome poem that Ben edited for her to read during our wedding ceremony. It was the only reading we had (other than the egalitarian translations of the seven blessings).

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I Like You, by Sandol Stoddard Warburg (abridged by BKS)

I like you
And I know why

I like you because
You are a good person
To like

I like you because

When I tell you something special
You know it's special
And you remember it
A long long time

You say remember when
you told me
Something special

And both of us remember
When I think something is important
You think it's important too

We have good ideas

You know how to be silly
That's why I like you
Boy are you ever silly

I never met anybody sillier than me
till I met you

I like you because
You know when it's time to stop being silly

Maybe day after tomorrow
Maybe never

Oops too late
It's quarter past silly

If you go away then I go away too
Or if I stay home
You send me a postcard
You don't just say
Well see you around
Some time
Bye

I like you a lot because of that
If I go away
I send you a postcard too

And I like you because
If we go away together
And if we are in Grand Central Station
And if I get lost
You are the one that is yelling for me

Hey where are you

Here I am

I like you because if I am mad at you
Then you are mad at me too

It's awful when the other person isn't
Phooey

They are so nice and hoo-hoo you could
just about punch them in the nose

If I break my arm and
If you break your arm too
Then it is fun to have a broken arm

I tell you about mine
You tell me about yours

We write our names and draw pictures
We show everybody and they wish they had
a broken arm too

I like you because
I don't know why but
Everything that happens
Is nicer with you

On the Fourth of July
I like you because

It's the Fourth of July

On the Fifth of July
I like you too

Even if it was the
nine hundred and ninety-
ninth of July

Even if it was
August

Even if it was way down at the bottom of November
Even if it was no place particular in January

I would go on choosing you
And you would
go on choosing me
Over and over again

That's how it would happen every time
I don't know why
I guess I don't know why I like you really
Why do I like you

I guess I just like you

I guess I just like you

Because I like you

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