Jessie,

I feel like I have known you forever.  We’ve been together for 5 years.  For 3 of those years we have lived together, and for 1 year we have been Mr. and Mrs. Pain in The Ass.

But even before our romance started we had been friends for nearly 4 years, so I guess for someone who is only 23, I really have known you forever.

Remember in high school that one pool party my best friend threw and you and I spent the after portions of it cuddled on her couch talking about 80s movies?

Remember anticipating the weekend so you could come get me so I could stay with you before I started my first year of college?

Remember the first time you told me you loved me?

Remember what our first entertainment center really was?

Remember how anxious we were to see each other on our wedding day?

There is no man on this earth who is handsome enough, charming enough, smart enough, or rich enough to take me away from you.

There is no situation possible that could be fortunate enough or opportunistic enough to make me leave you.

There is no place on this planet I could possibly call “home” unless you were there.

It’s needless to say, but you tend to be a little dense so I will spell it out:  I love you.  Very much.  You’ve always made me laugh.

Happy Birthday, Baby.