one day younger than Star Wars

Happy Birthday, sweet husband. Today you are thirty years old. You’re an amazing man and I am in awe that God blessed my life with you at just the right time, and even though I think you’re crazy for marrying me, I am so glad that you did!

What a whirlwind of changes, you’ve seen over your last few birthdays:

By age 27, you were convinced that you would be like your Uncle Larry and always remain single.

By age 28, you had experienced your first kiss and we were talking about engagement rings.

By age 29, you were married!

Since your birthday last year; you broke your ankle, we shared the joy of early pregnancy and the sadness of a miscarriage, we bought our first new vehicle together, remodeled the house, and finally got our wedding pictures ordered.

I love living life with you by my side. I love the servant that you are, the friend that you are and the husband that you are. I love your tender heart and the way you are goofy like my dad. I love that you stopped peeing in the shower because you know it grosses me out. I love the way you think it is cute and cheer me on when I fart or burp. I love when you call me silly names. I love your backrubs. I love holding hands with you in church. I love the way you can’t seem to brush your teeth without getting water and/or toothpaste foam on your shirt. I love when you put your hand on my leg in a casual, unconcious, but possessive way. I love your dedication to our Lord and our marriage.

Happy Birthday, Mr. Mouse.

Love,

Your best friend.