When I was just a girl I played house, cooking, and pretend grocery shopping - imagining the perfect life. In reality I sometimes come home to a tornado of a mess, you can cook 100x better than me, and shopping trips or ::trips in public:: in general typically can end up in a screaming train wreck.
...Yes I have to scratch your back (with a fork because I hate getting skin under my nails), pick up the laundry you strip out of and throw inches from the hamper, and occasionally {everyday} shut off the closet lights ((because?? I still haven't figured why it's Against your will to do so))
BUT.
All I'm trying to say in an enduring way is I love all of it. I love it because while you're always keeping me guessing, I still know what's coming. I love your predictability with a twist. I love your annoyingness and lack of romanticism 98% of the time. Know why??
Because you're real. I respect you on so many levels. You're free, you're a darn hard worker, because you're funny and charismatic. Your a fantastic father. You're a beautiful soul.
This is nothing like I envisioned it and I thank gosh got that. Because THIS is our life that we've built. Because you are mine. Life is full of finding out the hard way, learning, being pleasantly surprised with, and above all enjoying.
Thank you for keeping it real all the time. You are only getting better with age - there's something about you that's so different and special - I hope you never loose sight of that - it's something I admire about you very much.
- thank you for being you!
Happy 28th babe. I love you more than you'll EVER know!!!
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