On his birthday
Thanks for not laughing when I didn’t know what dub step was.
Thanks for ignoring me when I found out what it was and told you it was awful.
Thanks for having a million ideas and trusting me enough to think them out loud.
Thanks for being so “present” at our daughter’s birth.
Thanks for taking the placenta home.
Thanks for not growing a moustache.
Thanks for pursuing your passions and making me pursue mine.
Thanks for not pushing me around.
Thanks for not letting me push you around.
Thanks for helping me have the courage to breastfeed when it really, really sucked (pun intended). Talitha and I both thank you for that.
Thanks for being up for discussing most ideas no matter how “out there” you think they are.
Thanks for always making that extra effort when you cook.
Thanks for the hours you’ve spent jigging the baby like it was an endurance sport.
Thanks for always meaning what you say.
Thank you. It’s been a great year.