Happy birthday to my dear husband who turns 32 today! We just marked our 9th anniversary, and next year I’m hoping for a week in a tropical destination—a trip that if we would have taken right after we had gotten married would have been considered a pretty sweet honeymoon. Instead, we were young and poor and a three-week trip to Chicago for a radio internship while staying in a Motel 6 seemed like a romantic adventure. Don’t get me wrong, after nine years, we’re still kinda poor.
But I should get back to my point. My dear hubby. Here are a few things that I love about him: he’s kind, he’s thoughtful, he has always only supported and encouraged me, he thinks my opinion matters, he makes an effort, he appreciates my sense of humor, and he did his best to teach me how to play tennis and golf and still loves me anyway.
I love you and wish you many more birthdays and years filled with laughter and smart remarks from your favorite wife. Enjoy your day even though it will be a lot like most of the others with the exception of the annual DQ cake or log as the case may be.
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