To my love

Happy Birthday to my husband,

Cheesy post ahead…but I’ll keep it short and sweet.

I can’t believe we have celebrated 7 birthdays together. I can still remember the first time you visited me in Vancouver in 2013 and I surprised you with a helicopter ride around the city. We were so young and crazy in love.

A year later I would become pregnant with Zola and everything changed forever. Zola was born and became the light of our lives. And I saw you change into the best papa. The way she would look at you. She knew she was safe in your arms. She would nap on your chest for hours and hours.

And don’t forget about the little fatty. Can’t forget about Kingston. The way he moves, running full speed at 18 months I can already tell he’s going to be just like you. An natural born athlete. We couldn’t be more lucky to have a girl and a boy. (Please stop asking for more lol)

Over the years we have travelled the world together. We have lived in many different places but we always stuck it out as a family. I can see how this career can become very lonely without your family and I’m so thankful we can continue to travel with you and keep our family together.

I’ll finish this post by saying you don’t even know how much I love you. Even though you put wet towels on the bed. And even though you never know where any of your shit is. Ever. And even though you lose absolutely everything. You can never lose me. We in it till the end. I love you.