I would like to take this opportunity to say happy birthday to my better half. He is the rock in my world. He makes shit happen. He is the provider in my life. Not only does he do dishes, laundry and cook dinner, he also kills spiders, deals with the cars, and is the hard ass of the family. A perfect blend.
As I describe him to my friends, the most frequent response is, "Does he have a brother?" Sorry ladies. He does not. He's all mine. I don't do him justice. He is a rock when he needs to be and a pillow when he needs to be. God, I hope this doesn't mortify him. I don't tell him near enough, or show him near enough, but he is the reason for my being.
After people have known us for a while, they often say, "I can't imagine two people who are more perfect for each other than you two." We are best friends and have provided the kind of family for our children that we both have aspired to. Success. Perfection, no. Are you kidding? Nobody has a perfect relationship.
Being with my husband, Dan is what motivates me toward everything I strive for. He pushes me to be better, more, while at the same time appreciating and loving me for who I am today.
Happy birthday, Mr. Robinson. Koo koo kacho!