A kiwi is a nickname for someone from New Zealand. Their national symbol, the endangered kiwi bird is about the size of a chicken, is nocturnal, and doesn't fly. Though I can't say the same about a funny looking bird and a piece of fruit, I love one particular kiwi. I love my kiwi because he is almost always patient, is super hilarious, uninhibited and smart, and thinks I'm pretty inside and out. He likes to dance and sing, give me zerberts on my neck, throw his smelly underwear at my sister (he only did this once, but it was memorable), and build stuff in his man cave. He went on our honeymoon with painted toe nails because his wee cousins, Genevieve and Samantha, gave him a pedicure and I refused to tell him how to remove it. Sometimes he pretends to wipe his boogers on me, and sometimes he makes me laugh so hard that I can't breathe.

What's not to love about this guy?