Happy Birthday Prince Charming

You put up with a lot around here. Chaos, menu experiments, new trees to plant. Just when you got used to the idea of one baby you found yourself with two more.

You're the tall guy we joke about never seeing, but the reality is you are more in the moment and there for us when you are home than my father ever was. You are a modern parent who changed his share of diapers and knows his way around a kitchen.

You clean up the cat poop. Not just when the poor 17 year old cats get lost and forget where the box is, but you clean out that box every day.

You watch chick flicks with me, vintage Bugs Bunny cartoons with the kids, and enjoy every trip to the circus and the zoo and Disneyland.

You endure every piano recital, ballet recital and school concert. You go to softball games, little league games, musical productions. You even remember to take pictures.

You held my hand when I decided to have the first baby without drugs. You held the oxygen mask when all the chaos happened with the emergency c-section of that second twin.

You send me flowers, buy me chocolates, pour the wine and let me win at Gin Rummy sometimes.

You let me blog, because it keeps me entertained.

You know that chocolates and flowers are great, but a gift certificate to my favorite quilt store makes me delirious.

Your motto is "Dream big, fall hard" and we all know you're joking.

You volunteered to be a scout leader, even though you didn't really want to do it. You embraced the role with enthusiasm and are inspiring our son to be a great man.

You are teaching our daughters that there are wonderful men who can be kind and can be trusted.

You've helped me become the best person I could possibly be, and I can't imagine my life without you.

I love you. Happy Birthday.