I have this husband. We met in a bar just about 7 years ago. He was standing next to a jukebox wearing a Michigan Baseball t-shirt with a Coors Light in his hand. I was wearing a blue Abercrombie hoodie and a khaki skirt. I had no idea in those moments that I would spend the rest of my life this person.
My dating history was a trainwreck prior to meeting Kyle and at every turn I looked for the flaw that would lead to our break-up. But it never came as everything he was, flaws and all, was perfect for me. As different as Kyle and I are, together, we are of one accord. We share likes, dislikes and political/religious views. His strengths are my weaknesses and vice versa. We have a sick joke of claiming we are brother and sister when we say the same random thing at the same time. We’re not related by the way.
He proposed to me in the middle of a high school gymnasium before he coached his Girls’ Varsity Basketball team that night. It was a surprise above all others since I thought at the age of 24, he wouldn’t be ready to propose for another 3 years, despite us already talking about marrying each other. And while the wedding and honeymoon were pretty fantastic, nothing could compare to the perfection that came less than a year later, our daughter Kasen. Becoming a mother opened a part of me that I didn’t even know was there. I love so much more deeply and honestly than I did before. Raising her with Kyle has been wonderful, special and fun. I’d share her with no other. And then all of that doubled 2 years later when we had Eden, a Kyle replica, inside and out, despite my brown eyes.
Kyle and I find the funny, sexy and beauty in each other. He appreciates my quirky, nerdy self and I admire his smooth-talking and athleticism. I adore his inability to effectively lie and his willingness to do the dishes. This isn’t to say that we don’t go without our arguments. And sometimes spats with him hurt me more than with others because he and I are usually perfectly in tune. When we aren’t, it’s like the universe is off.
Today, this husband of mine turns 30. And while I’ve only known him for 23.3333333% of his life, we’ve done a lot in that 23.3333333%. Thank you, Kyle for making me your girlfriend, your fiancée, your wife. Thank you for renting a condo with me, buying a house with me, making a home with me. Thank you for making me the mother of the two most beautiful and amazing children in this world, more to come! Thank you for making me a part of your first 30 years and I look forward to all of our future years together. Happy Birthday and I love you - to the moon and back.
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