Happy birthday Dave! Today you turn 32 years old, which mean for 17 days we are the same age! I asked you last night to list your favorite moments from the last year. You answered, "Witnessing the exorcism," which is your. . . sweet . . .way of describing Olive's birth. (I convulsed on the operating table.) (Also I threw up.)
Also among this year's highlights: a summer spent with Erich in California, a Linville trip with Charles and skiing every day in Vermont over Christmas break.
My you-related highlights included watching you transform from a dad-to-be who wanted to paddleboard with a newborn to an actual-life dad who nearly called 911 when your daughter got the hiccups. An endearing character evolution.
I love you because of the sublimely creative liberties you take with language. And because you're not sentimental.* Happy Birthday!
*also you're handsome, a good father, you work really hard, you're supportive, hilarious, you drag Olive around on a yoga mat and all it 'virtual crawling', you don't judge me (too harshly) for knowing the names of every kid in the 19 kids and Counting Family, you always offer to stop by the grocery store on the way home from work, and you cuddle hometeam every night in your bed.