Dear Husband.
The man that always insists to carry our baby.
The man that brings me home a sweet every time he runs an errand.
The man that reads the same books I read so we can talk about them.
The man that makes me bread and butter for breakfast and sometimes dessert.
The man that pretends he has never heard the story I have told a dozen times.
The man that will never say an unkind word about an ex.
The man that changes most diapers.
The man that sings Disney songs with me at the top of our lungs.
The man that turns thirty-two today and has two very lucky girls in his life.
Happy birthday, my darling dear husband.
