At his Birthday Breakfast this morning
Happy 26 years to the husband!
I think it's so strange that Stephen had 23 birthdays before we were married. 22 before we even met. Twenty two years living completely independent of each other, unaware that the other person existed. Now here we are, celebrating Stephen's third birthday as a wedded couple, with a child, completely dependent on each other. And thank goodness for that. It's such a relief to have my best friend by my side at all times. Someone who always has something interesting to say. Someone who enjoys heckling movies as much as I do. Someone who agrees that burgers should be a separate and essential food group. Someone who puts everyone at ease. Someone who will start laughing at the exact same thing at the exact same moment I do. Someone who takes good care of me. Someone who takes good care of my baby. Someone who hates his birthday, so I should probably stop. But Happy Birthday, Love.
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