Happy 33rd birthday! I would tease you about being an old man but I’m turning 30 this year so I think it might be less effective. It’s much easier to claim that I’m so much younger than you are when my age starts with a 2. I know you’ll miss the teasing though, so we can start it again when you hit 40 and I’m merely 37.
You had to work today, and won’t be home until late, so we can’t do much to celebrate. I did get up a little bit earlier than normal to make you breakfast, something I usually do alone because you get up at ungodly hours. I can’t help but think about you, stuck in a booth at your conference, talking about technological this and technological that. You should be home relaxing but you aren’t. In fact, you haven’t been able to relax at all this past year, ever since you were promoted.
I want you to know how grateful Ella, Porter and I are to you, for taking this challenging position on, in order for me to be able to stay at home. Okay, so Ella may miss the other kids from daycare, but I know Porter is happier. Personally, I’m overwhelmed with how much you have done for our little family.
I know that this next year will be very challenging and full of constant change. I’m ready for it and I hope that you know I’ll be there, in full support, rain or shine.
I love you very much.