Today is your birthday.
And life isn’t perfectly quiet right now. It’s real. It’s a little messy. But even in the middle of everything, I wanted to sit down and write this for you — because loving you has never depended on things being easy.
I still think about how it all started. A simple hello there, General Kenobi on Tinder — a joke that somehow opened the door to everything we are now. From the very beginning, you opened up slowly. You watched. You listened. You needed time. You’re a black cat in that way — observant, cautious, taking a while to warm up. But once you trust, once you feel safe, you give everything. And I got to see the depth of who you are.
You’re observant. Thoughtful. Direct. Rational in a way that sometimes gets misunderstood. People don’t always see that when you’re trying to help, it’s because you care. I see it. I see your heart behind the logic.
You have a deeply emotional core — even when you don’t show it easily.
Watching you become a father has been one of the most powerful things in my life. I still remember the moment you found out I was pregnant, the way your face changed, the way you cried, the way joy took over completely. You had wanted this for so long. And now you’re here, every day, loving our son in the way only you can.
You couldn’t wait to find out who he would be. You were too excited to wait. That impatience, that eagerness — it’s part of you. It’s part of what makes you you.
I love that from the very beginning, you were already imagining a future with me. Creating playlists. Planning moments. Dreaming ahead. I love that Disney became ours, and now it’s something we share with our son — a tradition that keeps growing with us.
And then there’s our wedding. Medieval. Intentional. Completely us. Swords, history, magic — a day that felt like stepping into a world we chose together. It will always be one of the highlights of my life. One of the purest expressions of who we are. Second only to the day our son was born.
I love how protective you are. How safe you make me feel. Whether it’s through your presence, your strength, or your ever-growing collection of swords, I know that no matter what, you would stand between us and anything that tried to hurt us.
You’re not always easy. Neither am I. But we talk. We don’t disappear from each other. We try. We show up, even when it’s uncomfortable. And that matters more than perfection ever could.
Our son is becoming a wonderfully strange, curious, brilliant little human — and that’s because of us. Our weirdness. Our creativity. Our refusal to fit into a mold.
I try every day to be a good wife to you. A good partner. Even when it’s hard. Even when emotions run high. Even when we stumble. I try because you matter to me, and because what we’ve built matters.
So today, on your birthday, I want you to know this:
I see you.
I choose you.
And I am here.
Happy birthday, my love.
I love you.