Cheese and Hot Wings and The Man That I Love

It is no secret, I am in love. I am in love with a man who's birth the world is celebrating today. I am in love with a 24 year-old giant heart. A heart so big he would give you his strawberry milkshake because you didn't really like your blueberry smoothie, even though strawberry milkshakes are his favorite. He fixes things. Like my car, my bad days and squeaky cupboard doors. He does things like drive around during snowstorms to pull people out of ditches with his truck. Her name is Peggy Sue, and I used to think she was just a truck, but now I understand that she really does have a personality. This man stole my heart three years ago. It worked backwards. Our love started as a complicated kind of love, a long distance kind of love. As the Earth rotated around the sun the love unraveled, it became simple. It became hot wings and french fries. Harry Potter movies and drinking whiskey by the water. Our love is fun. It is an adventure. He is an adventure. Our love is laughing so hard my jaw hurts. He is the man that I love for one hundred thousand million reasons. And a new reason everyday. He always comes on the dance floor with me. He loves puppies. He is so incredibly intelligent that he invents things over iced tea, on road trips and in the early hours of the morning. I keep telling him to keep a notebook of these million dollar ideas, but he keeps telling me that's why he is dating a writer. They say when a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. I agree, but I think they forgot something. They forgot that when a writer falls in love with you, Michael, that they never run out of material. You inspire me to write, to create and to be better. I loved you. I love you. And I will always love you. Happy 24, and here's to many more. xoxoxo