Paul’s birthday was about 10 days ago, and I was suppose to post this then; life got in the way. So here’s his belated birthday post that I promised him I was writing in lieu of a card.
CAUTION: Extreme mushy gushy feelings ahead. I don’t normally get this sentimental in public, so yeah. Don’t get used to it.
To my love,
Today is one of the best days of the year because it celebrates you and your existence of which I am eternally grateful for. Without you, I’d be lost.
It may not seem like it, but I do depend on your advice and your help. Thank you for your never-ending patience…for offering me assistance when I’m struggling putting a shelf up and calmly backing off when the 3-year old in me snaps, “NO! I DO!” And then coming back to help me when I admit defeat or start crying…
Thank you for encouraging my dreams no matter how irrational they may be. I will have an alpaca army one day, just you wait. It will all be because of your encouragement.
You are my driving force in life. You’ve been there for me in my darkest and brightest moments. I might fight back, but you never give up on me.
Thank you for the late nights of holding my hand, holding me, or murmuring soft, encouragements of hope when life was too much and the depression was all-consuming. You’ve saved me a thousand times over.
Thank you for enveloping me in your arms when I whip around in front of you at stores because there’s too much going on, and my anxiety can’t take it.
We have our moments, but I thank God everyday for sending me a man such as yourself. Someone who tells the corniest jokes, the warmest, loving brown eyes, a kind smile, strong hands, and the kindest demeanor. I count my blessings.
I can’t wait to see what the future has in store for you and for us.
Happy birthday! Thanks for being weird with me.
I love you. I love you. I love you.