The first year was sweet.
The second year: Something about Canada...not really sure what he was trying to get across. He was coming up with these things on the fly. Apparently his thought process ended with "get chocolate".
In the third year, he orchestrated all the love in his heart for me.
The fourth year was like a cool, minty breath of fresh air.
The fifth year was full of laughs and Snickers.
A little cheesy and lame? Yes. But very sweet!