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today is my matt's birthday.

i woke up this morning feeling like the luckiest gal on the block for getting to be the one to spend it with him...and to spend as many more birthdays with him as he'll have me.

our story is an unconventional one...it still is i suppose.

it's a story full of terrible timing and fate...lots of healing and patience and faith. but above all, it's a love story.

this guy has restored more in me than i can ever try to explain. he is unrestrained and completely free in his own skin...he allows everyone around him to feel the same. he knows no stranger...no bounds to his giving. my guy is selfless and strong and confident...he's humble and hilarious, always without trying.

he loves, my goodness does he love. 

his talents and thoughts inspire me on a daily.

he can free-style rap and break dance like none other. he does the absolute worst impersonation of harry caray you'll ever care to hear.

when he was 8 he permed his hair and entered a michael jackson look-a-like contest. while he and his twin brother were being born, baby matt pulled his brother back up into the womb so he could go first! i get so lost i could float away into those tiny details of his amazing life so far.

he is really something, that matt.

he has lived a thousand lives compared to mine, and has the wisdom to match...but i'll be forever and ever thankful that he has chosen to spend this one with me, me and my max.

happy birthday, dear.

i love you always and ever.

for your gift, i've decided to perm my hair and learn the moves from billie jean.

xoxo