Happy 31st Birthday, Jay!
It's my favourite person's birthday today! I can't believe we are both 31 years old now. I can't believe how much my love for him grows every day. He is just the most patient, supportive, smart, handy and handsome man. I am so so lucky.
Since our wedding I feel like our love has grown to 100 times what it was. Given that I am pretty much a (pregnant, emotional, forgetful) hot mess, I wouldn't have predicted that we would feel as close and connected as we do. Maybe it comes from the knowledge that we are (and will be even more!) relying on mostly each other to get through this pregnancy and then raising kids. I feel like every experience we have with just the two of us (like seeing our baby via ultrasound and making me food at 2am) just brings us closer and closer and makes me grateful to have someone so amazing to share those experiences with.
On Sunday we took Finn and went antique shopping. The weather was perfect and Jay joked that driving around the countryside with his wife, dog and (soon to be) baby was his dream come true. (Actually, he also added "listening to Vinyl Cafe" to that list but I absolutely cannot tolerate Stuart McLean's voice... does that make me a terrible person? I insisted we change radio stations.) I know not every day can feel as great and easy as Sunday did, but I just look forward to so many more days like that together.
I am terrible at keeping presents secret (The second the order came from Amazon two weeks ago, we both knew I would never make it to his birthday without giving him part of his present... I am way too enthusiastic about the presents I bought to wait even one day!)... but I did manage to keep one gift for tonight and I made blueberry pancakes for breakfast before he left for work.
I kind of wish I could just follow him to work and keep making his day special, but I expect he would find that more frustrating than amusing (ha! who doesn't want their pregnant wife barging into a boardroom with freshly baked cookies mid-day?). I will have to settle for obnoxiously frequent text messages.
Happy Birthday, Jay! I love you!