Colt 45...Happy Birthday, OMR.
It's your birthday, Old Man River, and since it's been a minute since I've seen you, I'm feeling super mushy--this is also evidenced by the way I've cried each time we've talked the past two weeks:) #sorryaboutthat
In our twelve plus years together, River, there are so many things I've learned about you, small discoveries like the fact that you have to eat the moment you're out of bed in the morning, or bigger ones, like how loyal you are, and how supportive. I've learned that you are methodical in all tasks (hello, packing the truck for adventures), and completely lacking in any ego or drama...which is probably good, seeing as both Liv and I are prone to both ;)
Most important, I've observed and admired your ability to simply be in the moment--no phone, no agenda, no need to prove anything to anyone--just you and me and Liv and Luna...a happy place you protect and cherish no matter where we are.
You're not perfect, River, but you are so real, and so very wonderful, and each day I fall more in love with you. And each day I am more and more aware of how lucky I am to have you next to me.
Thank you for dancing in the kitchen with Livvy, untangling our fishing lines on a near daily basis during the summer, understanding my need for words, and wrapping me up tight when I need to crawl inside of you and just be for a little while. I love you to the moon.
Happy 45th birthday, Old Man River. May this year remind you that you are loved as a husband, daddy, brother, son, and friend. XO