He loves Star Wars and The Goonies, but Back to the Future is his favorite. Parts 1, 2, and 3.
He is silly, and incredibly selfless and his big smile never stops turning my heart to goo.
(Ice-skating, January 2015)
I married him at 20 and I married him again renewing vows at 25. I hope to marry him again, and again, and again.
Our daughter can’t fully understand yet how very lucky she is to have him, but I know that she will. He would hang the moon for that little girl, and watching them together is nothing short of breathtaking.
Today he turns thirty-two. He was my age when we first locked eyes at a party in 2008. That first night was spent bantering and juicing a cantaloupe. The first thing we ever had together was fun.
(My heart melts for the billionth time, February 2015)
Nearly seven years together, and still he showers me with affection, kisses and surprise candy bars. Still he never fails to tell me how much he loves me or to let me know he thinks I’m, in his words, “ravishing.” Still my safest place to rest is nuzzled right next to him. Still, one of the greatest things we share is so much fun.
Happy 32nd to the man who has proven to me that love really can be all it’s cracked up to be. You’re my Han Solo, my ancient pirate treasure, and my DeLorean, all rolled into one.