I’m celebrating this guy today.
This guy is key to my sanity.
He keeps me grounded. He makes me laugh.
He cooks me dinner. He thinks I’m the world’s best baker.
He is optimistic and relaxed and steady.
He makes me feel loved. And appreciated.
I’ve been racking my brain for weeks, trying to figure out what I can do for him on his birthday that illustrates all of this. How much I love him, how much I need him.
I’m going to take him out to dinner. That’s all I could come up with.
Because how do you find a gift that says,
“You are my soul mate; you are necessary for my very existence.”
I better get his favorite ice cream cake, too.
Happy birthday, Mike. You’re my favorite.