As you read this post, I am on a plane to Seattle for a business trip. I've got to leave for the airport at 4:45 AM so I really shouldn't even be up posting (nor should you be reading at the time this posts- it's too late for me but save yourself and get some sleep!) however... needed to say this:
You are many things to me: a roommate; a confidant; a shoulder to cry on; an anti-gossiper ; a face to smell; the world's worst cleaner; a joker to laugh at/with; a horrible face-lotioner; a wonderful Chef; an alleged outdoorsman; an easy-going partner; a Reader; a companion; a buddy; but most importantly: a cherished friend who always makes me feel valued for being myself. I love you for your Self and I am so happy to have you in my life... even when you really, truly ask me to hand you the toilet brush after I'm done cleaning the porcelain throne so you can clean the shower... [editor's note: true story. happened about a week ago. I stared at him blankly while my mind swirled with all of the times he's been in charge of the bathroom on our cleaning days and I wasn't in there to see how he does it. Oh the horror...].
Happiest Birthday to you. All the Xs, Os and Raccoon Popsicles I can send from Seattle.