Tuesday, February 15, 2011   I'm glad you were borned. You take
care of me when I'm sick AND you didn't let me tumble into the
ocean (or off of the balcony) that time I had too much tequila
on our honeymoon. Our games of Scrabble always ALWAYS devolve
into seeing who can spell the dirtiest words. You completely
indulge me when I'm giggling over absolutely nothing (which is
often) or just plain being weird (which is even more often) and
then you totally outweird ME and it's awesome. You act like a
total girl whenever Max does something cute (I mean that in a
nice way) and you're nicer to Phoebe than I am.  You help me
through scary stuff and won't let me get away with saying I'm
not angry even though I obviously am, which pretty much makes
you the more mature one in this relationship (duh).  The future
may be uncertain but at least we can wander around all confused
together.  PLUS ALSO, you let me (nay, ENCOURAGE ME to) post
pictures like this on the internet:  What more could I ask for?
HAAAAAAAAAPPY BIRTHDAY