Happy birthday, Bob. Over eighteen years ago you stole my heart.
You are the best daddy our children could hope for. You provide strength, love, gentleness, laughter, and mark a trail for them to follow. You are our safe haven, our soft landing and our protector. Our son says it all when he tells me he wants to go to work at the "hostibauble" just like Daddy.
I have grown up in your arms, and I will grow old in them, too.
What a lucky, lucky woman I am.