I just want to take this time to tell him something:
I've been lucky enough to spend three of your birthdays with you since we've been together. I hope that I get to spend 103 more with you. I want us to be toothless, bald, walker-having, diaper-wearing old men who still celebrate the joy of a birthday, even if it's just to blow out the candle in a bowl of mush. Oh, and I take back that diaper-wearing part. Just, no. But the rest of it goes. I always want this day to be special.
In other words, my darling husband, I want to spend the rest of my life with you, making you happy and feeling like the luckiest man in the world. Happy birthday, love of my life. Whether you know it or not, you were born just for me. I'm convinced of that. Just because it's sappy, it doesn't mean it's not true.
Here's to sharing the rest of a wonderful day with you and with Shy.
I love you, baby.