...A hunk a hunk of burning love!
I love you Brent.
I love that you will smash your face in a cake lovingly decorated and far too intensely fondled by your two daughters. I love that you started that tradition.
I love that you have patiently undertaken more than you bargained for as we went through this pregnancy and birth.
I love that for your birthday you wanted a new van, new washing machine and dryers, and a haircut for Ellery.
I stand firm, that I am the luckiest woman alive.