Yep. They've pretty much got my whole heart twisted around their little fingers.
It's not the breakfast in bed, the flowers, the new CD, the lunch out that let's me know they appreciate me. Honestly, it's nice but it isn't what matters.
It's the morning snuggles, the kisses, the hugs, the smiles over dinner. It's in the sweet things they say when they aren't being prompted. It's the way they let me know, in little ways, throughout the course of the year (when they aren't busy actively trying to beat each other up) that they love me.
That's what matters.