Exactly 44 years and three days ago, my husband Kerry was born.
And, since I take the time to write so many kind and hopefully profound things about so many others in the community, the region, and sometimes even the world, I thought it only appropriate that today, I dedicate a column to the man who has so meaningfully impacted my life.
I thought that, nearly 15 years after we said vows in front of God and man to become husband and wife, it was about time to write him a good, old-fashioned love letter. So, here it goes.
As you celebrate your 44th birthday, I just wanted you to know how much you are loved.
And, as we live each day of this crazy, stressed out, wonderful, maddening and whirlwind of a life, please know that I couldn't be happier that we're on this journey together.
I want you to know that, if I had it to do all over again, I would marry you a hundred more times.
I want you to be assured of what a terrific father you are; what a wonderful friend you are; and how deeply grateful I am that you chose me as your partner in this life - and the next.
Always remember that I'm here for you in good times and bad, through joy and sorrow and, as you like to tell me invariably, "through thick and thin and sick and sin."
I'm thankful that you are strong when I am scared, that you are calm when I am troubled.
I love the way you have foosball tournaments with our little boy or hog-tying sessions with our puppy. I love the way you say the words I'm thinking but would never utter aloud. I love how, when you know I need it most, you make me laugh.
I never told you this, but the fact that you always wear your wedding band gives me pride and comfort that is immeasurable. I love the way you want to slay my dragons, whether they're real or imagined.
I love that you support my career, my dreams, and my hopes for our future.
I love how you forgive my irrational fears about the dangers of the world and how you overlook my overprotective nature, especially when it nearly smothers you and our precious baby boy.
I'm grateful that you share my faith and my desire to give our child a good solid moral base that will help shape his being.
I love that you're man enough to fold towels or run the dishwasher and how you go get me an extra large coffee - even though you detest its taste and smell. And I love how you love my homemade sauce and meatballs.
I love that yours is the last face I see before I drift off to sleep at night and the first one greeting me in the morning - day after day, year after year, decade after decade.
Most of all, I love knowing that, no matter what, at the end of the day and at the end of our lives, you've got my back. Know that I always have yours, too.
Happy birthday, Kerry!
Kimerer is a Tribune Chronicle columnist. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.