I am thoroughly convinced that I have been blessed with the best husband in the world. Really. He has come home and cooked dinner when I haven't been feeling well, sent me off to take a bath, and then asked if there was anything else he could do for me. He patiently waits at the doorway of the women's dressing room, and doesn't mention it if "nothing works". He makes sure to tell me he thinks I'm beautiful, especially when I am feeling particularly "un-beautiful". I could go on and on, but I need to get the cake frosted. So I'll get to the point. Today is John's birthday, and I am terribly grateful for (and in love with) him.
Happy birthday, Baby. I love you.