Happy birthday husband.  Right now you are coming home after going out to celebrate with the boys.  I am supposed to be packing for my flight to Nashville tomorrow.
Tonight I write about the last thing for your birthday posts.  And that has to be the passion.  I won't say much about the physical side because that is private.  I can assure that I never watch a love scene in a movie anymore and wish it was me.  I want for nothing in that department.  This is about the romance.  How you wooed me through our courtship and continue to do so.  The waking up with your arms around me.  Telling me how much you love me and how beautiful and sexy I am.  I can feel your love when you are across the room your eyes following me.  I am so lucky.  We're so lucky because this kind of true love is so very precious.  I have a drawer with all the letters you sent, notes you left and postcards I received.  All where you didn't hold back on how your feel.  No wonder we knew in a matter of three weeks we would spend our lives together.  I remember by the tree in Prescott Park when you looked at me and said, "You're it for me."  And I felt exactly the same. And all my friends know about the text messages and text haikus.  Every time I go on travel I still get a morning text each day on my phone telling me "to get the danish."

"Her eyes twinkle-shine - rested head upon my chest - I've found my new home"

"This precise blue sky - begs for a chance to appear - beside your bright smile"

"Nature might not make - a better curve than yours from - breast to waist to hip"

People tell me I glow from happiness.  I can tell you that is because of you.  Because of you I have survived the hardest days of my life.  Because of you I have created some of the happiest days.  Because of you I have worked harder, pushed myself more and realized success.  I knew that you were there all the time no matter what.  And  there is just so much more to come as we have our first baby, raise our family and grow ourselves.  I love you.