Friday was your birthday. Saturday was an amazing wedding. Sunday was church and choir practice and today, today is Monday. It’s Monday and I feel as if your birthday slipped by unnoticed. I know you say that you don’t mind, but not having a big celebration of some sort, something to make the day special makes me sad. I hate not celebrating your twenty eight years with something special. And as I worried that you would feel overlooked and unloved, you reminded me your birthday present was right in front of us, laying on the hearth.
Andrew, every day I fall in love with you a little more. Even when times are tough or we’re arguing over who should have emptied the lint drawer of the dryer or stretching our grocery budget further than it can, I see you genuinely happy. You’re always so constant, content to spend your days as they come, no muss or fuss. Over the years I’ve watched you keep up with my craziness, calm my fears, reign in my ambitions and dreams. I tend to live too much in the future while you, you live in the here and now. You have taught me that as important as the future is, I need to be content in the present. You are what keeps my heart focused on what truly matters. Happy birthday my love.
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