He still makes me smile like this--eight birthdays together later.
We still look good together (in my semi-humble opinion)--like we did in college.
We still do crazy things together....
like dancing on ice skates...
He still gives me kisses like this.
We still give each other squeeze hugs.
He still lets me cut his hair. (which I really need to do.)
He still lets me boss him around. What a guy, right?
He still gets this look on his face every time I bake cookies. which is often.
We still love each other every bit as much as when we celebrated his 18th birthday together. (And yes, Kevin, I'm going to go out on a limb and say we loved each other from the start. I blame the Linus & Lucy theme song. And God. JK. But really.)
I am so thankful God *forced* us together. You are the logical to my emotional. The stable to my fragile. The wit to my ridiculous. You are the only one who can make me smile even when I'd rather not. You believe in me when I continually doubt. You are the peanut butter to my jelly. (and boy, do I ever love peanut butter.) You are the cake to my frosting (for realz). The bread to my butter.
And now that I've taken the food metaphors way too far, I'll just say I love you, KM (as your mama calls you). Happy 25th Birthday. May we share 80 more birthdays together.