Happy Birthday Boy that i am married to

How does one wish her husband ? you are the one who brings a smile on my face all the time, you are my soulmate or should I write you have made my world ? I have tried being romantic and feminine and wife like, but that’s just not me !

This would be your third birthday we are celebrating together and look how well we have progressed. Your 3 month old, brand new wife got you a Zippo and JD for the first birthday. How do I feel about it now ?? I think it started off on a good note, that our relationship would always be smoking hot and we’d always be high on love and fun and all crazy things !

The second birthday was a little more mature , as I realized you dint always appreciate my sardar mallu and bong jokes, or you dint find Edward Cullen half as cute as I did. Also we realized that I cry when we watch movies starring dogs and vampires  (remember Marley and me) and you laugh at me. I also realized you usually don’t understand when your cell rings or vibrates because work takes over all your senses. It was also the beginning of us getting a little more mature and not having burgers and breezers on the highway, so I opted for a very professional looking phone. It also helps that I take my own pictures and set it as your wallpaper and you don’t change it ever.

And today the third birthday and it’s a well known fact that you have grown goofier than ever. You have started ordering dinner at home to be Lasagna and wine, you agree to do the laundry on weekends,you have given up most of your “vices” and left me wondering “what do I give up”. The answer comes to me through your black rimmed glasses “ baby try giving up your 5 year old pyjamas, especially when you choose to go to the malls in them”. But then, I know you G baby , you are proud of me in my pyjamas, just as I am proud of you with your ruffled hair when you wake up and don’t exactly know how to react to a big birthday hug and a cake J So this year I will be honest and on our pursuit to maturity and growing up and saving and block some of my “objectionable friends” on fb, I will get you clothes. Also because I am running dry of imagination but high on realization. Its not about the fancy phone, the high end watch or the zippo pouches, its about that funny card I get you every year. Its about the crazy things I tell you about before going to bed everynight, its about how upset I get everytime you deny my offer to get home a Labrador, its about those thousands of yellow post it notes you find all over the house for you.

It love actually !

I love you birthday boy..