He's the first to laugh at my jokes, and the last to criticize my cooking.
He's the first to say I love you and the last to let go of a hug.
He's the first to say I'm sorry and the last to judge my drama queen tantrums.
He's the first person I see in the morning and the last person I see before falling asleep.
He's handsome, funny, brilliant, patient, and loves the three of us more than anyone could measure or know. He's 30 today.
Happy Birthday, Baby. I love you.