Every year, July 7th comes around and every year, I get excited about celebrating my husbands birthday. The problem is, he does not get as excited as I do about it. You see, when my birthday comes around, I want a week long celebration. It's a day to get excited about. It's his birthday! I just want him to know that I am excited about celebrating the day he came into this world. Had he not been born, I would never had the amazing opportunity to meet him. To marry him. To have his beautiful children. I wouldn't get the chance to say what an amazing father he is to our two fascinating daughters. Or how much fun I have when it's sunday night and we are all sitting in the living room watching the disney channel, for 3 hours, before we realize that WE are the adults and have the power to change the channel. Or how my heart completely melts and breaks at the same time when I look over and see Abigail asleep, cuddled up in his lap. Or how when we lay in bed at night and I get nervous wondering if he still likes me.
I know he hates to have his birthday made out to be a big deal but I can't help but to be excited about the day he was brought into this world. I just wanted to share these thoughts with those of you who read this blog and, of course, to the love of my life. Life is a beautiful reason to celebrate and what better way to celebrate than with those who love you!
Happy Birthday Dale. I love you more than you will ever know! My prayer is that you have a wonderful day and know that you are surround by people who appreciate and love you.
