Today is my husband's birthday. Every year, I ask him what he would like for his birthday, and every year, he requests the same thing. “Nothing”. I have such a hard time giving “nothing” to the man who gives us his everything.
He is kind, generous, helpful, resourceful, devoted, and loving.
No task is beneath him, no task is too difficult for him to attempt.
When anyone needs a helping hand, he's always there, tools at the ready.
On weekends, 99% of the time, you will find him at the ice rink with our son for hockey. He has never missed our daughter's dance recital, and she started dancing in 2007. He is a doting father, and there's nothing he wouldn't do for our kids.
We've been together for 27 years and married for 23+ of them. I wouldn't trade a minute or change a second. Nobody's perfect, but he's perfect for me.
If you're reading this, I love you, Lee. If Lee's not reading this, I love my husband.
Happy birthday.
PS- When looking for a photo to go with this post, I found the one I'm using, but it reminded me of when Lee and I first met. Lee's brother and his wife used to live down the street from Lee, and sometimes we'd go over to their house to play Scrabble. I don't want to say it was competitive, but there was a Scrabble Championship belt, similar in construction to a wrestling championship belt. This belt was infinitely more prestigious, though.
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