us, kissing on the bus the first week we met (you told me this was your favourite picture of us)
on this day 22 years ago you were born into the world.
there is no simple or easy way to explain just how much i love you. i’ve tried so many times and all i end up doing is crying. the truth is i love you the most any one person can love another. sometimes it feels like more.
the first time we met (after endless years of talking) i thought i could never feel a more aching, all-consuming love. i mourned for those beginning weeks sometimes, and the passion i thought was lost. but then our daughter was born and i saw you hold her close to your heart, i saw that you would die for her. i realised the passion wasn’t lost, it was only softer and calmer now. it had gotten into my blood and become a part of who i was.
i love you both selflessly and unconditionally, for all of time. you have taught me so many magnificent things. happy birthday my favourite boy, my best friend.
blowing out candles at 3am, the hour you were born
the yummiest birthday cake
cuddles by the fire after having your birthday dinner
