Happy Birthday Spaghetti

Happy Birthday to my dear Spaghetti,

I love you to the moon and back.

I love you more then there are stars in the sky.

I love you more then there are grains of sand in the sea.

I love the look in your eyes in this picture.

This was my 30 birthday weekend in Chicago.

We were in the back of a cab leaving Wrigley (picking up your work check)

I remember back when we were first married, living in the condo.

My cousin, Scuz, came to town, with her 6 month old daughter, Serena.

Scuz and I wanted some girl time at Target. So you watched Serena for a few hours for us.

You were amazing.

You have no nieces or nephews, you have no baby cousins.

But your instinctive ways of taking care of a baby, getting on kids levels, and the patience of a saint.

I love so many things about you. Yes you may be predictable, but that is why I love you.

I want to wish you a happy 33rd birthday.

I want to thank you for our life together, and I want to tell you how much I love you.

Feisty