the husband

grow old along with me

To My Husband on His Birthday:

You will never know how much you mean to me. It sounds cliche and trite, but it is the truest thing that I could ever say.

Last year, we were celebrating while simultaneously, anxiously awaiting mortgage approval. We weren’t exactly sure what was in store for us, but we were living among packed up boxes, hopeful that things were going to go smoothly.

So tonight, I’m happy that I could set the dining room table in our house and cook in our very own kitchen, on the stove that we picked together. And I’m glad that even though I’m not the best cook in the world, you were happy, and didn’t mind grilling the steaks.  I took joy in picking out a gift for you – something simple, but something that you appreciated (or faked very well).

There are so many other things that I wish I could give you and spoil you with. But you are happy with the little things, and for that I’m grateful.

I hope that the next year gives you everything that you desire, and that your wishes come true.

And I hope someday I’ll be able to find the words to truly tell you how much I love you.

Happy 30th birthday, husband. I’m so very glad that you’re mine.



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