You are the most beautiful 50 something year old that looks like 20 something year old that I know.
Thank you for not only loving me as a daughter-in-law but as a friend (and a very grouchy neighbor). Thanks for loving me through my “I can not be a housewife phase” and always making it seem like I did a good job. Thanks for encouraging me to apply for grad school and making it seem like it was a good decision, every step of the way even when I know deep down you didn’t want us to move. Thanks for sharing your precious helpful son with me and making me feel like I was his soul mate since that first Christmas when I met you. Thanks for treating me like a best friend when I felt like I didn’t have any friends. Thanks for all the Costco trip conversations, the Ross trips, the afternoon walks to the beach where you never seemed rushed to get in the water but instead patiently listened to my troubles and watched Enzo so I could wash away the day's stress. Thanks for the beautiful jewelry, skirts, endless tie-dyes you’ve given me. Thanks for holding my hand a couple times in church. Thanks for hugging me. Thanks for loving Enzo despite my criticisms and insecurities. Thanks for knocking on our bedroom door and taking him so that Chris and I could get a little more sleep. Thanks for sharing your house with us, my friends, my sister, my cousin…
Thank you for taking pictures of us and cherishing our faces in your albums. Thank you for spending so much money on our wedding and never making me feel bad that my family couldn’t help. Thank you for thanking me for joining the ward choir even though I can’t sing. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and insecurities with me, allowing me to learn. Thanks for letting us go. I love you more than I’ve been able to show and I really miss your friendship.
Have a wonderful birthday filled with cake and ice-cream, surrounded by nature and people that love you.