This post is for @clevelandboy, my AMAZING husband. It’s his birthday today. We went out last night to celebrate it because everyone in his life knows he’s special, he’s something else, he’s amazing and talented and funny and beautiful inside and out. I mean, look at that smile!! How am I supposed to handle that? He lights up the room whenever he walks in. He can connect to pretty much anyone (as long as he wants to) and he can get on with almost anyone. He’s worth every hardship I’ve ever endured and he’s worth all the heartache I’ve ever been through because I get to have him in my life and he’s mine forever, and I feel like the luckiest man in the entire fucking universe because he gave me a chance and fell in love with me and now we’re married and he doesn’t get to call take backs.
Kells, today is your day. I hope to spend the day loving you and making you feel as special as I know you are. I love you, baby. I say it a lot but it doesn’t make it any less true: you’re the best thing to ever happen to my life. I nearly started this post with “this is my human” but I still say you’re an alien angel starboy. My alien angel starboy. And I will love you with all my heart. Happy birthday, Kells.