Happy Birthday Dave

Dave--on a perfect day (the day he received his 5-year work anniversary gift--a mountain bike!).

Happy Birthday Dave!

How on earth can you be 51 today? You look so good/young! (You really do have the same babyface you had on the day we got married.)

Anyway, I just need you to know how grateful I am to spend my days and life with you. There is never a time when I see you or think of you and don't feel so thankful Christine introduced us all those years ago.

You are the best part of my life. (Kids, you are too. But I'm just sayin', Dad was the first best.)

You are . . .

SUPER smart, handsome, funny, a big-time learner, a big-time reader, a solution/process guy, an incredible father, an example of all that is good and honest on Planet E, a hard-worker, a tireless provider, forgiving, positive, health-minded, supportive of others, a lover of audio books/podcasts/news/all things current event, a great brother, a great son, a good friend, a spiritual person, a movie-lover, a salsa-and-chips guy, a sometimes soda-drinker, a lover of both the beach and snow, a great in-law, a careful driver (ahem: cruise control everywhere), a volunteer for everything (even when your wife says "UNCLE"), a loud laugher, someone with flawless penmanship, a lawn-mower, a juggler, a cat-love (ha), a traveler, NOT a Filipino cliff-diver (learned the hard way), a card game-player, a puzzle-doer, a prime-rib maker, a BBQer, a rib-eater, a single dad during Survivor filming--twice!, a function-focused designer, a dog-walker, not a sandal-wearer, a LONG shower-taker, NOT a Huffy-bike-rider-in-a-suit-after-an-argument-guy, not a turkey fan, a chocolate ice cream aficionado, a meticulous gift-wrapper, a caprese salad-lover, a pizza-eater, my SWISHY, and my eternal best friend--literal love of my life.

Have a beautiful snowy birthday. I love you.

XO

Papaya, Jr., and Zu made this cute sign for Dave's bday.




And the traditional family bday acrostic!

Dave and me, 2015 (at Kayla's wedding, Ogden Temple, April).

PS: Even though my blog began as a journal, I realize that it's posted in a public place, so it's not entirely the same as a "journal" in the traditional sense.

Often, as I think of things to write, I wrestle with whether they should be posted in a public place. Should I have a journal that is private and one that is public? I don't know. For now, that just seems like too much effort. 

I think the main time I pause is on days like today--happy days. Days when I want to record all of the good things about someone or some experience. 

I'm most likely over-thinking it, but sometimes when I read other people's social media, I'm left with this feeling of "oh, man, my FILL IN THE BLANK is a bummer compared to their FILL IN THE BLANK."

And even though my brain knows that our lives are ALL filled with highs and lows, it's sometimes hard for me to read those posts and not feel kinda sorry for myself.

So, my point!

I think too much. I worry a lot. And these are both things I'm working on.

So today I'm posting about Dave, even though I feel wonky making it public.

I'm doing it because I want our kids, future grandkids, etc., to know just how much I love him.

ABCs of me: moderately complicated.

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