I'm glad you were borned. You take care of me when I'm sick AND you didn't let me tumble into the ocean (or off of the balcony) that time I had too much tequila on our honeymoon. Our games of Scrabble always ALWAYS devolve into seeing who can spell the dirtiest words. You completely indulge me when I'm giggling over absolutely nothing (which is often) or just plain being weird (which is even more often) and then you totally outweird ME and it's awesome. You act like a total girl whenever Max does something cute (I mean that in a nice way) and you're nicer to Phoebe than I am.
You help me through scary stuff and won't let me get away with saying I'm not angry even though I obviously am, which pretty much makes you the more mature one in this relationship (duh).
The future may be uncertain but at least we can wander around all confused together.
PLUS ALSO, you let me (nay, ENCOURAGE ME to) post pictures like this on the internet:
What more could I ask for? HAAAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY!
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Thanks, wife. I'm glad I was borned, too. Also, that photo is way creepier than I remembered it being.
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