Today is Wendy’s birthday. She is 29. 
I am so proud to be her husband. One of the things I love most about her is her creativity and dedication to hard work. I think if she wanted to, she could be the Mrs. Fields of biscotti and scones (if you’ve tasted her biscotti, you know), or start her own restaurant (healthy AND delicious), or be a sought after photographer (she’s a natural), or write best-selling children’s books (she’s written several, but we haven’t submitted them anywhere yet). She could excel at anything she set her mind to.
But instead, she has chosen to marry me and raise our three girls. All that creativity and dedication that bursts out of every bone in her body is directed at us.
Amazing.
I stand before her, both humbled and proud to be her husband, her best friend, and her lover.
Happy Birthday, Wendy! I love you.
