Let's see, I've now known you over 8 years, and we've been married over 6 of those years... which, if my math is correct, is like half of your lifetime. Or something like that.
Actually, the time has flown--it seems like just yesterday we were sitting in Accounting class, passing notes back and forth,
not working hard, and playing pool in our "off time". You were the guy I admired from afar (mostly because I was, ahem, dating somebody else), but as somebody else at another time once said... some things are just meant to be. And here we are, all grown up and playing house and we have a little boy and we're supposed to be adults (don't worry, I won't tell anybody that we totally aren't).
We've been through a lot, especially in the last few years, but we've always been able to pull together and get through it. You're a great strength to me, but more importantly--to our son. You're a wonderful father, and I love watching you and Jaxon doing "boy stuff" together. I love that you have so much patience with him (yes, even when he's throwing one of his "jumpy tantrums"), and I know I can always count on you to walk with him in the restaurant or... say, Pearl Harbor, or a crowded airplane, when things get hairy. I love that you make time for him at the end of a busy day. Even on school nights when he's fast asleep hours before you get home, you always go in and check on him and say a few words to him in his sleep before heading to bed yourself. You've nurtured his love for music and tools--important things for a little boy, and you've supported that, sometimes, he just wants to carry his baby doll around for a while.
You manage all this while holding down a beyond-full-time job with a monstrous commute and a rigorous school schedule... not to mention the help I get around the house, especially on the weekends (when you even let me sleep in!) when you could be doing homework. You let me stay home with our baby, even though it would be easier financially if I had an outside job. I don't thank you enough for what you do.
Happy Birthday, babe. May there be many, many more to follow... because your son loves cake.