You’re twenty-eight today! I know that’s not something you’re particularly excited about, but you should know that I think you’re the very best twenty-eight year old around, and that has to count for something.

To me, birthdays always seem kind of like a personal New Year’s Eve. They’re a chance to get excited about a new year of life, a chance to reflect on the past year, and a chance to look ahead to the next 365 days. Remember celebrating your birthday last year? We took the the day off from work, we went on a helicopter tour, we watched tons of TV, and we had tacos for dinner, because it was a Tuesday.

We had no idea what your year as a twenty-seven year old would bring. Over the course of the last year, there were lots of laughs and great times, but there were also more sad times than either of us would have liked. I hope your life at twenty-eight has less sad moments.

When you were twenty-seven, we celebrated our first anniversary, and we added another cat to our house! Somehow, we learned even more about each other, which is one of my favorite things to do. Your twenty-seventh year was a good one, and I can’t wait to see what twenty-eight brings for you. I think there are a lot of exciting things that are going to happen in this new year of your life, and I’m proud that you chose me to be by your side through it all. Thanks for that.

I know at this point you’re most likely skimming this letter, because you think you’re really good at skimming, when in reality you seem to miss all of the most important parts of what you’re reading (one of the many things about you that I find hilarious and endearing), so what do you say we get on with our day? Let’s bust out the icing-less cookie cake and get to celebrating!

I love you, you’re so awesome, and I think the world of you. Happy, happy birthday!

All My Love,
Ashley (who will always happily be two years younger than you)