There are few words to express my adoration for you and your sweet soul. Few words. But Jane Austen knew just the way:
"One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other."
On this day, you deserve to know, that in your two baker's dozens of years you have changed the worlds of many. Myself, I am proud to say, the most of all (or so I pretend).
You're arresting in your intelligence.
Honest in your genuineness.
Handsome in your grace.
You've opened up my world. Always casting light on the places where I'm sure pleasure cannot be found. Never leaving a shadow alone or a stone un-turned. Always adventurous and interested.
You're bold in your passions.
Loyal as a lifestyle.
Devoted in your faith.
I don't know how you do life so unwavering -always so kind, so silly, so passionately. Even in those rare moments that I really don't want to like you, you're just one of those deeply likable men.
A rare breed you are sir. An oh-so-rare breed.
Happy birthday sweet man of mine.
I'm thankful for the opportunity to celebrate you every chance you'll let me.
You're like a fine wine, better now than you were at twenty.