It was Dave’s birthday today.
And although he doesn’t like being the center of attention, (here he is at the turkey trot telling my friend he doesn’t want to pose for pictures…ha!)
But I can’t go to sleep until I at least acknowledge the celebration of this man, for posterity’s sake if nothing else.
Because he is good to the core.
Not in a fancy, showy way.
But in the way that makes you feel so lucky to even know him, let alone be married to him.
He’s not perfect by any means, and of course neither am I, so boy howdy we can get some fireworks going sometimes (the good ones and the bad ones).
But you know what? I love that you know where you stand with him. He is real. He is kind. He is always learning and seeking to understand. He is humble (most of the time:). He is the best, most protective Dad. A loyal friend. My very best one. And I’m forever grateful for how he understands my spirit and makes me want to be better every day. And how he seeks to make the world a brighter place.
Love you Dear David. With all my heart. Happy birthday baby.
Happy Late Birthday Dave!