Our love speaks for itself. But of course, I have some things to say...The highlights reel from Year 51: two humans, two glorious puppies, and one wild ride. Thanks for being my favorite adventure partner.
Happy Birthday, my love.
What a year it's been.
Last year, I think we were just settling into life with Chewie joining our little family. Your birthday felt like a threshold — moving beyond the stress and trauma of the apartments and finally getting them rented. Then, boom. We got the news about Brian, then the news about my dad, and it felt like the hits just kept coming.
A lot has happened and changed over the past year, and I think we're both a little tired of adulting at this point.
But some things haven't changed.
We still love each other deeply. We still show up for each other and for the people we love. Every day, we share gratitude, strength, and appreciation for everything we have — including the two glorious puppies who bring so much joy into our lives.
You are still my tree.
And I wanted to put these words somewhere you could return to whenever you need them. This page exists only through this link — a quiet little place you can visit whenever you want a reminder of how deeply you are loved by your wife.
You are such a part of me, babe. Honestly, I think we've become less like two separate trees standing side by side and more like two trees that have grown together over time — roots intertwined, branches reaching toward the same sky. We are permanently entwined in an embrace that would leave us both weaker apart than we are together.
Thank you for being my support, my strength, my soft place to land, and my strong, steady roots.
Here's to Year 52. It keeps getting better, doesn't it?
I love you.
Always,
Jez
My Tree Turns 50!
I could stand in a forest and know you’re my tree,
Regardless of all the trees around me.
There’s something particular in the dance of your leaves
And the way the light shines through your waves and your weaves.
You’re the only tree I want to climb.
The set of your steps are equal to mine.
Your deep roots hold all my soil together
And you stand tall and solid through all kinds of weather.
Your trunk, sure and true, all bark and no bite,
Accidentally on purpose taking love to new heights.
Your arms spread wide and hold me securely.
Your soft fuzzy edges touch me so demurely.
Humble yet proud, you and bend and don’t break.
Your sap is so sweet, it gives a toothache.
I’ve built my treehouse all up in your shit and
I know you don’t mind, not one little bit.
Happy birthday to you, my love and my tree.
Here’s to this one and the next 50!
