It’s your 23rd birthday today! Which means we’ve been together for six of your birthdays now. This will be the sixth time I get you balloons in your favorite colors, make you whatever cake-substitute you’re craving to have something to stick candles on, and remind you that our three weeks of being the same age is over again until next year.
I still remember celebrating your first birthday that we were together – you were turning 18. Your sweet mom had driven four hours that day just to help me surprise you and be with you for just a couple hours. Now I get to spend every single one of the twenty-fours hours of your birthday with you and it’s the best. Because I want every single one of those hours to celebrate you!
“‘Cause I’ve had the time of my life…and I owe it all to you…” Cue the Dirty Dancing finale song – (imagine me singing that part).
Thank you for being the calm and steady no matter what, but always willing to dream with me (even if it’s scary timing or crazy ideas!). Thank you for being a man who I’m always crazy proud of. For answering my questions of “Which shoes go with this shirt?” and for cuddling with me on the couch whenever I’m craving a Netflix episode (or two…). Thank you for always putting me first, even when you’re tired and overwhelmed by what’s on your plate. You choose to love me so well. every. single. day. And I couldn’t be more honored or grateful to be your wife and buddy for life. I love you more than you’ll ever know. Happy Birthday, my love!