Your boyish curls and light green eyes.
Ten years ago, it was them that initially made my heart skip a beat. You would glance at me in the halls of our high school and I’d nervously look away. You’d visit me at the local icecream shop where I worked, ask me to make you a banana milkshake, and I would run to the back in panic because I’d forgotten the recipe. Oh, who am I kidding? I wanted to impress you and instead thought you would soon discover just how awful I was in the kitchen. You picked me up for our first date and you opened every door there was for me, pulled out every chair, and put your jacket around me when I was cold. I’d pace my room back and forth waiting for your phone call and talk to you all night long. We would exchange love letters through AOL email and I’d jump for joy each time you told me you couldn’t stop thinking of me. I felt as though time stood still the first time you kissed me, even though to this day, you insist I kissed you first. I didn’t, by the way. I knew I’d marry you the first time you told me you loved me. You were a bit of a dare devil when you decided that going barefoot on a go-kart would be a good idea. Except you didn’t anticipate the brakes would stop working and you needed to use your feet instead. In the middle of me bandaging them up and cleaning them off, you stopped me and told me you loved me. Of course, I cried. I married you and my heart no longer skips beats. Instead, it beats for you. It pounds in my chest when you kiss me and smiles when you still steal glances at me in crowded rooms. It loves you with every ounce it possess and rejoices knowing that those green eyes and boyish curls are mine forever.
I love you for so many reasons but most of all I love you because you’re still that same man that opens doors for me, wraps a jacket around me when I’m cold, doesn’t care how awful I am in the kitchen, writes me love emails, and tells me how much he loves me when I need to hear it most. Today, I celebrate the man you were, the man you are, and the man I can’t wait to grow old with. Happy birthday, my darling… I love you.