Happy 27th Birthday, Hubby!

Well hey there, Ric. It's your birthday!!! I'm glad that you are 27 now, just like me. I'm sorry I have been so darn busy this week. Like I've hardly been home to snuggle with you. I've only been home long enough to leave my clothes all over the bedroom. And I was so busy that I didn't even buy you a birthday card. Kind of like we forgot to buy each other cards for Valentine's Day. Forgive me? I am so excited to spend this weekend with you in Kansas City. Let's make this year the best ever. Deal?

Sometimes I get overwhelmed with how lucky I am that I was put on this planet to love you. And boy, do I love you. Let me count the ways.

I love your green eyes.

I love our bedtime routine.

I love that you are learning so much about our new camera and exploring the world of photography. It is so fun to see what you see.

I love that we are so open and honest with each other.

I love renting Redbox movies with you every weekend. And how we make a mean batch of microwave popcorn.

I love that you are such a great uncle.

I love that we love the same music. And singing "Come What May" together at the top of our lungs. (Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.)

I love that you set goals and try to be the best version of yourself that you can be.

Thank you for cooking supper for me almost every night.

Thank you for rubbing and scratching my back every time I ask you to. And for those times when I don't even ask.

Thank you for working so hard at two jobs to pay off our debt.

Thank you for plucking my eyebrows when they look like a tarantula. Even I don't want to do that.

I love holding your hand as we fall asleep.

I want to do that forever.