Happy birthday my sunshine.

47 looks indredible on you.   

You cried in my arms on Sunday and expressed your gratitude for me cooking dinner and cleaning the kitchen all through this never ending COVID tax season #3. I only wish I had been doing it every evening for our entire marrige.  You owe me no gratitude. It is I that owe you my eternal thanks for putting up with me. I know I have not always been the easiest person to live with, just ask my mom. Though you and mom do remind me of that when it is time to "let some wind out of my sails".  As dad has coined the phrase.

Seeing you every morning, and holding you every night as you sleep are the greatest blessings in my day.

I can't wait to honor you on  your day.  See you in about 10 hours.

I love  you.

R.