Til’ death do you part.
And we’re not dead yet, so let’s eat cake.
Jan. 31, my love turned 39. I know right!? He looks A-M-A-Z-I-N-G. Lucky duck.
I wanted to surprise him with a little birthday dinner and a BIG birthday cake. His favorite is red velvet. So, I made reservations for dinner with a few of his friends. Such a fun, sweet night. It’s so important to celebrate the people we love. It reminds them we care about them and are willing to take the time out of our day to show appreciation.
Dinner was fabulous but my view was the sweetest part of it all. Him.
To my husband:
Your quiet introverted self is the complete opposite of me, inspiring.
Your hands create the most amazing artwork this eye has ever seen, truly.
Your smile melts my heart and I don’t see that enough, need more.
Every year you’ve been alive tells a story, I’m thankful to be a part of this journey.
Your 20’s were a shit-show, glad to not have been a part of that journey! Lol, had to throw that in there!
I’ve seen you in the lowest of lows and the highest of highs. At times I think I’m responsible for both. Love isn’t easy, is it? Babies aren’t easy, are they? And not to mention these dogs! Through it all you’re calm and patient, well, most of the time. You show me love and respect and I’m thankful for that.
For your 39 candles and a wish I share with you:
Go. Show the world YOU. Don’t hold back. YOU have something to offer this world, they’re ready.
That’s a cake. That’s a cake with 39 candles! What a beautiful way to celebrate the man I love. To another 39 years. Growing old with this dude.