identify 100 things that make my partner happy

Emmett asleep, inside jokes, “Mommy, my soul hurts”, when our hair gets confused, being taught things, intellectualism, books about elevators, buses, hopping freight, old-school computer games, puzzles, public sculptures, mild exhibitionism, making people proud, drawing (but only sometimes), gardens, David, chances to be holier-than-thou, treasure hunts, spending all day in bed, movie nights, going out to dinner, modern furniture, photography, new kinds of tea, the New Yorker, when I wear boys’ clothes, dissonant music, nudity, New York, not cleaning, minimalism… and me, once in a while.

Chef pants, being visited at work, having a stash, hidden things, John Cusack, elevators, loyalty, good sci fi, Firefly, Nathan Fillion, xkcd, feeling like a nerd, nice glass, square-rimmed glasses, Converse, leather boots, wearing socks in bed, Georgia, mass transit, pajamas, cake, homecomings, foreign languages, fans, the smell of my shampoo, being woken up gently, feeling secure, hats, his little brother, air conditioning, espionage, apocalyptica, goggles.

His name is Forrest. He’s going to be 19 on the 10th (!). The following things make him happy:
Ice cream and waffle creations, cooking, showering together, the Raconteurs, David Bowie, cuddling, outdoor pair bonding of various sorts, dogs, shirking, going to the beach at night, meteor showers, science bongs, similar paraphernalia, receiving gifts, driving around in cars, Wu Tang Clan, going out to dinner, Ukrainians, non-mutual acquaintances, introducing me to people, Charley, sugar shower goo, being clean, wearing socks, fried fish, solitude, making pie, watching movies, tripping in Polpis, hummingbirds, camping, well-planned outings, public displays of affection.