Happy 26th

I squeezed a little toothpaste on my toothbrush last night taking care to wipe any excess off the tube and carefully twisted the lid back on before replacing it in the bathroom drawer.

That’s how I know I love Jake Topham.

He makes me different.

Better.

Not just in the tiny toothpaste ways but in ways that matter.

He makes me brave.

I love being Sister Topham.

I love being Hank’s mom.

But nothing is so sweet or so sacred as being Jake’s sweetheart.

He’s my best friend.

My soft place to land.

My sounding board.

My cheerleader.

My tech support.

My financial advisor.

My therapist.

My favorite story.

My laundry specialist.

My mechanic.

My secretary.

My example.

My first kiss.

My comic relief.

My personal chef.

My vacuum extraordinaire.

My teacher.

My favorite smile.

My interior designer.

My true love.

My hand to hold.

All the best parts of me.

He’s proof that miracles happen.

They follow him around

Everywhere he goes.

And I get to watch

Right there with him.

We’re partners.

And nothing could possibly make me happier than he already has.

So I’ll try to keep the toothpaste tube clean, but I know he’ll love me, even when I forget.

Happy 26th Jakey T. I’ll never get tired of writing about you.