Happy Birthday to the Man who provides for me.
The man who works 12 hours shifts 4-5 days a week. Who stepped out of his comfort zone this past year so we can have a better future.
The man who makes sure I want for nothing.
That we have a roof over our heads, food on the table, and three very nice (and extremely reliable) vehicles to drive.
To the man who encourages me to follow my dreams, and always makes me feel like i’m enough.
Happy birthday to a supportive husband who is going to be the best daddy. As a wife, I can’t wait to see how you blossom into a new role. I can’t wait for tickle fights, a game of toss, and hide and go seek. Forts in the middle of our living room, and muddy hands.
Happy Birthday, Joshua. I love you.
**EDIT: If you’re reading this and thought we were pregnant, I’m sorry I gave you false hope (Except you Mom. You deserve some torture). There’s no baby cooking in this belly, yet!
