I struggle with how to write this, because words are just that...words. They don't really do the best job always of explaining my feelings, but I'll try...and, I mean them, with every.ounce.of.me.
Declan is the absolute, 100% best thing that has ever stepped foot in my life. Without him, it's kind of scary to think who or what I'd be. He's been my other half since I was 17, and I truly am a better person because of him. He makes me think, and challenges me in the most gentle, loving way, ever. He hugs and kisses me every time he comes into the house and takes genuine interest in my day. On our weekends, breaks and holidays...we want to be together. I love that about him...he accepts and loves me as his best friend, not just as a 'wife'. He enjoys my company, and I so.very.much love his. I have a hard time letting him go...even if it's just down to the basement to watch a football game. I love him by my side. He gives me so much comfort, especially when I'm feeling sad for no reason, or just plain hormonal. He loves me when I'm puking my guts out, complaining about how bad my back hurts, or snissing (sneeze/pissing) on his foot (hehe). He thanks me for carrying our baby, and brags to other people about how good I'm handling being pregnant. He'll run to the pharmacy for me and buy everything on the shelf when I'm up sick and feeling like I could die in the middle of the night. He does the laundry for me, for heavens sake...and even offers to do the dishes right after he gets home from a mentally exhausting day at work.
He will be the worlds greatest dad, I already know it. It's in him. His character. He has a soft, gentle spirit that I so much admire and love. He's the "let's talk and figure this out" one, and I'm the "let's shove it under the rug and move on" one. He's an amazing communicator, and many men I know tend to suck at communicating. Seriously...I'm so blessed.
I love that we laugh together, and make the most ridiculous, stupid, sometimes perverted jokes that only we get. I love that we have our own lingo. I love that I never, once, have felt fat or ugly in his presence. He makes me feel like a gem, at all times. I kid you not. I am free to be me at all times.
So, today....although I suck at having birthday cards ready and balloons sent to work (oh my gosh, did you know those things cost like 80 bucks? What a rip off.), and I stink at even planning halfway decent birthday evenings.....Happy Birthday, my love. You are better then a million sour patch kids (and as you know, I love me some spk's).