Your birthday was yesterday, falling on a chaotic day right during the work week. I had much more planned, but getting home later than normal and walking into a dog who had gotten sick twice in our kitchen jilted me a bit as I was already crunched for time to prepare your birthday dinner and dessert. Your mom was on her way which meant the house needed to be presentable to the outside world and I was trying to figure out how in the world I could get it all done in an hour.
Thank you for coming home and stepping in - on your own birthday - and doing what needed to be done. Thank you for handling the dishes, thank you for handling the dog, and thank you for handling the miscellaneous chores that were left behind. I meant to do it all for you, but I just couldn't.
You've taught me that it's okay if I don't do it all. I want to do it all, and I try to do it all, but I fall short often. Your grace in stepping in and just doing what needs to be done, regardless if it's the one day a year you have a valid excuse not to, speaks volumes to my tired and chaotic heart.
You're very easy to please and have little to no expectations about much of anything. I am quite the opposite most times, and it's refreshing to not feel like I have to meet your expectations like I so often place on you to meet mine. I'm sorry for that, by the way. I'm working on it.
Over this last year, you've grown as a man, husband, servant and leader. I've seen it with my own eyes and felt it in my own life. I can't wait to see how you continue to grow next year as you add the role of a father to the list. You're going to be a great one; I don't doubt that for one second.
I hope you had a happy birthday, chaos and all.
I love you,