Today, SVV celebrates 40 years on this earth.
Nine years of which he’s spent with me (bless him; help him).
Since we met, we’ve moved across the country together.
Bought a house together.
A condo, too.
Had a (fur) child together.
Started (multiple) businesses together. Seen the world together, one selfie at a time (before it was even called a selfie, mind you).
Gone through health woes and job changes and family deaths. Overcome fears together.
Made this union official (after living together in sin for a number of years).
Watched as countless other friends also tied the knot. (I mean, seriously, we have to have set a record for number of weddings attended in a short amount of time.)
SVV, you’re like a fine wine, truly; you’ve only gotten better with age. Case in point:
You know I had to bring out the mullet. As proof of how far you’ve come, of course, not to throw you under the bus in a public forum (never).
So happy birthday, my love. Here’s to 40 more years…
…plus 21, since I plan to live until 92 and you’re not allowed to go before me. Life would be pretty boring here without you.