Happy Birthday My Love 😍

You turned 45 this week, and I still can’t believe how lucky I am to celebrate your life; the man you’ve become, and the way your heart has intertwined with mine.

We haven’t been together for decades, but somehow it feels like you’ve been part of my soul forever. In such a short time, you’ve brought so much healing, peace, and laughter into my world. You came into my life when I thought I had already done all the growing and mending I needed to do… but you showed me that real healing happens in love; in being seen, understood, and accepted completely.

You’ve taught me what safe love feels like. You’ve given me space to be soft, to be messy, to be myself again. You’ve encouraged me to find my voice, to believe in my worth, and to show up as the woman I always wanted to be.

And then there’s the way you love my son, with so much tenderness, patience, and consistency. You didn’t just step in; you stepped up. Every single day, you choose to be there; school mornings, late-night routines, endless chaos and you do it all with grace and quiet strength. You’ve taken on the beautiful, demanding role of being a father figure with humility and love, and it melts me every time I see the bond you’re building with him.

And now, watching you with our baby, our little six-month-old; has opened a whole new level of love in my heart. Seeing you cradle him, make him laugh, soothe him when he cries, and look at him with that mix of pride and wonder… it’s everything. You’re so gentle with him, so present, so in tune. It’s amazing to watch you flourish as a dad; to see how naturally it comes to you, how much you’ve grown into it with patience and joy. You make fatherhood look both effortless and sacred, and I’ll never stop being in awe of that.

Now, with two kids and a life that’s far from calm or simple, you still manage to love me deeply and show up fully. You carry so much; our dreams, our home, our little world; and you do it one day at a time, with patience I can only admire. Even when you lose your temper (and yes, it happens 😅), your heart always speaks louder. You have one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever known; fierce, loyal, protective, and kind.

You love people in a way that reminds me what generosity looks like. You’re the first to help, the one who listens, the one who somehow finds the right words when everything feels hard. You don’t just talk about love, you live it.

Since day one, we both knew there was something undeniable between us, a connection that felt bigger than reason. And even through the messy, rocky, beautifully imperfect moments, we always find our way back to each other. That’s the magic of what we have, it’s not perfect, but it’s real. It’s ours.

So today, and every day, I celebrate you; not just your 45 years, but the man you are. The man who makes me laugh until I can’t breathe, who drives me crazy, who holds my hand through storms, who reminds me that love can be soft and strong at the same time.

You’re my safe place, my partner, my mirror, my biggest lesson, and my greatest gift. Thank you for loving me the way you do, for showing up even when it’s hard, and for choosing this life with me every single day.

Happy birthday, my love. Here’s to more laughter, more growth, more messy beautiful moments, and more of this…us. ❤️