Dear Steven,

3 years ago today you threw me a surprise 16th birthday party (even though my birthday wasn’t for another month.) You knew I’d be alone in California on my real birthday- and even though you’d only been mine for nearly a month, you really wanted to make me feel special.

I remember how you decorated, and that pitiful cake that you made, I remember you making me wear a plastic tiara with plastic pink rhinestones on it. I remember the people that were there (along with my terrible hair & non-existent ability to put outfits together), I remember this picture (the first of many), and the way the air felt. I remember walking along the shore & finding the seashells that are now in our own home. I remember how you bought me the perfume that I wore on our wedding day, and the hallmark card that you wrote inside that gave my heart so much reassurance. I have never forgotten, and I never will.

Although I have been blessed to be with you every birthday for the past 4 years, I’ve never had the resources or time to throw you the birthday party that you deserved, until this year.

I hope it made you feel at least a fraction of how special I felt on that day. I hope I’ve finally made it up to you somehow.

Happy Birthday, sweet husband.

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