Wrong About the Socks
- Funny
Happy birthday, my love. You somehow leave every room looking better than you found it, except for the one where you leave your socks. That one, we’ll revisit.
Happy birthday, my love. You somehow leave every room looking better than you found it, except for the one where you leave your socks. That one, we’ll revisit.
Happy birthday, my love. You remembered exactly one of the things I asked for last year. It was the important one. That's not luck. That's strategy, and I respect it.
Happy birthday, my love. The best part of every day is still walking through the door and finding you in it. The look up. The half-smile. The way you make even an ordinary Wednesday feel like a small homecoming. I don't take any of it for granted. Today is yours. Tomorrow is too. So is every door I get to walk through, as long as you're on the other side of it.
Forty, my love — and I'd marry you again, today, in a heartbeat. You make the work look easy and the love feel certain. Happy 40th. The next chapter is ours.
Happy 50th, my love. Fifty years on this planet and you're still the person who walks into a room and makes it better. I don't know how you do it. I have studied you for years. Happy birthday to the man I somehow convinced to marry me, which remains my greatest achievement to date.