Today, my sweet husband and I are going out on the town. He turns 33 today. I have been thinking for some time now about what exactly I wanted to say here to honor him. It is strange how full my heart can be while at the same time, I am at a loss for words. Each time I try to write, it seems insufficient. I could spend the entire day composing a work of writing that would communicate to you who this man is. The more I reflect, the more comes to mind that needs to be said. And I guess that is how to say it.

As a girl, I knew I loved you, but only with the capacity of knowledge that a girl has. It has been many years now, and while I know that I am still young, and the road in front of us is infinitely longer than the stretch we’ve left behind, still, I have grown with you. I have seen you, day by day. I have seen your best days, I have seen your worst days. I know your heart. Every day I love you more. It isn’t the big things that make life what it is, but it is the little, everyday moments that build the foundation for any other happiness that can be had in life. Your inumerable, shining little moments make you who you are, which is why it is so difficult to adequately express my feelings in few words. They have been built over time, in countless examples of your goodness. You are the most beautiful person I know, and the person that I am now is more a reflection of your example than of anything else. I admire you. I cherish you. I am grateful, every day, to be your wife.

Happy birthday, my love. Know that your family loves you. I love you. Your daughters adore you. And we wish on this day if not on all others, for you to feel that.