When I was a little girl, I played house. I vacuumed and dusted my imaginary home. I mixed and baked “pee-sah-soo” in the kitchen in my imaginary home. I tucked my baby dolls into their crib in my imaginary home. And when I was a little girl, I pretended I had all of the things anyone ever needed in a home—except a husband.
I think God was telling me that it was impossible to dream up a man, a husband, a lover as wonderful and as perfect for me as you. I think God was telling me that I could never imagine what it would look like or feel like to have a companion, a confidant, a supporter as smart and as strong as you.
Now that I’m an adult—and now that I’ve married the most genuine, caring and loving man—I don’t just play house; I live it. I still vacuum and dust, but I also bring in the mail addressed to “the Heimermans.” I still mix and bake (I use real ingredients now!), but I also provide nourishing and comforting meals for us. I don’t tuck children into cribs yet (I will someday soon, I hope!), but I kiss you goodnight and tell God how thankful I am that He brought you into my life but waited until I was all grown up and could experience the kind of love I never imagined but always hoped for.
You turn 32 years old today, and I want you to know that you are the my knight in shining armor, my soul mate, my everything, and I love you more than I ever dreamed possible.
You are a fantastic singer, broadcaster and writer. You are an amazing husband and will be an incredible father. You are my heart.
Happiest of birthdays, my darling! I have a feeling this is going to be another incredible year. I love you.
Your darling wife