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To My Amazing Wife on Her Birthday

No need to be concerned
Like they say
It's only a number

And while it may sound trite
It's true
You just get better every day

I am constantly amazed
How such a beautiful, intelligent and poised woman
Can at times be such a little girl

In those time you are so full of wonder, awe and merriment
Be it bunnies in the backyard
Or a family of your duckling friends in the lake at the cottage

It's part of your allure
The depth of caring for all things
But wait, there's more

Your sense of humour knocks me out
And you are never more beautiful
Than when you laugh uncontrollably...usually at your own jokes!

On the serious side
I have observed the tenderness and care you display
In family relationships

You are an amazing daughter to your mother
A loving mother to your son
And a caring aunt to your nephew

Not to mention a devoted wife
Who puts up with my shit
And every day demonstrates her deep love for me

You have changed me
For the better
Because I've learned to give my love to you, freely, unconditionally, withholding nothing

I love you, honey, with all of my being
I simply can not see myself
Spending my life with anyone else but you

And while I don't know
What the heck attracts you to me
I hope I never jeopardize just what it is we have

Happy, happy birthday my love
And to quote your favourite songwriter: may you stay forever young
You're doing a good job of it so far.


Cheryl said…
This is lovely as your bride. Happy birthday Maryse!
Paula Wooters said…
Happy Birthday to the delightful Maryse!
Zoe Raemer said…
Two of my favourite people....
ReformingGeek said…
Ah, that was very poetic....Oh, right. :)

You did good!
nonamedufus said…
Cheryl: I'm a lucky guy I am.
nonamedufus said…
Paula: She is delightful, isn't she.
nonamedufus said…
Zoe: Right back at you and Liz.
nonamedufus said…
Carol: Maryse seemed to think so.

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