Dear husband, today is your birthday. To celebrate your 29 years on our planet, I have arranged a list for you. Things I love about you. Things I love about us. Things I also hate about you and us.
Part One, Hate.
I hate that you have pretty curly hair and I DO NOT.
I hate that you are so tall that you can find things in the cabinet in two seconds after I have spent thirty minutes tearing pots and pans out into the floor.
I hate that you are so young. Twenty nine. Damn you. Your thirties are coming.
I hate that you can work all the PhotoShop nonsensery and I can do it no more than I can speak Greek.
I hate that I cannot even begin to play you in basketball.
I hate that I cannot stay mad at you for any time. It’s totally unfair.
Part Two, Love.
I love that you are my best friend. Full Stop. Everyone says that they married their best friend, but I don’t think everyone knows what they are talking about because we are on the wavelength.
I love that you (at least most of the time) listen to my opinion. You let me ramble with my psychoanalytic babble and my drawn-from-the-air opinions and what’s more, you agree with me lots of the time. Maybe you’re just pretending, but it’s the shit.
I love that when you cook, you ignore that I don’t like things like mushrooms and onions and weird shallot things and you put them in anyway – but you make them big enough to pick out because you want me to enjoy what you’ve made.
I love that you wait to watch our chef shows until we can watch them together.
I love that you hold onto things you love – like cooking, basketball – and you make a point to do them just for you.
I love that you have friends. I envy that because I don’t have go-hang-out friends, but I love that you do.
I love that you can argue with people like car dealers and bank tellers and people who are trying to sell things for way too much. It’s a strength you have that I lack. I admire that in you.
I love that you are supportive of things l love.
I love that you are mine.
So today, though it may not be the birthday you will remember always, I hope you can stop a minute and realize that today is a big deal because it brought me you. Years before either of us knew. I love you so much. Thank you for being everything.