this man. it’s his birthday. and all he wants to do when i ask him what he wants for his birthday is for us to organize the clutter in the cabinet under the sink in the bathroom together (it really has gotten out of control, and it’s basically a running joke at this point over here between the two of us. but in my opinion, the amount of stuff we have crammed and shoved in there is quite remarkable, frankly.) i keep telling him that organizing the bathroom cabinet clutter is not a birthday activity and can happen on another day. like, we gotta go out and get some fun food or head to a show or movie or something to celebrate the big day together. but we’re both so jet lagged from getting home from australia and having kids on reversed schedules (they have been up alllllllllllll night the last 2 nights) and maybe it means we’re getting old and have been married a really long time when staying in and checking off that bathroom deep clean on your forever long to-do list sounds like a birthday plan. ;)
happy birthday to my love. no one on this earth loves and supports and serves me like you do. no one bugs and annoys and frustrates me more either, but that just comes with the territory. ;) thank you for being a loving and kind husband, an exceptional father to our little ones, for all your hard work around the clock on the back end of our business together and all our other on going projects and for being the calm in this relationship. you’re just getting better and better with age, and i love you more each day.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, tiesandfries. i love you.