Tomorrow.

Tomorrow my man love will have a birthday. He deserves only the best celebration of all time because he is the best.

Dear Jared,
In honor of your birthday, I’d like to thank you.

Thank you for not judging me the very first time we met, when I made the bad joke about rollerbladers and said that a certain basketball player should be shocked in the nether regions as punishment for his crimes.
Thank you for rubbing my calves anytime I ask.
Thank you for dressing up as Nacho Libre three Halloweens ago.
Thank you for working so hard every day so I can be a diva.
Thank you for folding the laundry because you know how much I hate it.
Thank you for looking so fine every single day.
Thank you for making me feel ok about eating two servings of lasagna, even though I gained three pounds yesterday.
Thank you for letting me be a sissy sometimes, but making me snap out of it before too long.
Thank you for letting me marry you and for making all of my wildest dreams come true.

I love you. I hope all of your wildest dreams come true this Birthday.

Yours truly,
Jamie