Happy Birthday, Love

Today is Lithus' birthday. When I sat down to write this, I had planned on going on a bit about how much I love him. How perfectly matched we are ~ even when we're not. About how he makes me laugh. About how he fixes the things that need fixing and leaves lie the things that can't be fixed. About how we are both our very best selves when the other is near, and just a little rudderless alone any longer. 

We met the week of his birthday, seven years ago. It's been an eventful seven years. Parts have been really bad. More parts have been indescribably good.

Last night, he said that his birthday wasn't that important. Needless to say, we disagreed.

I sat down to write a loving post about my dearest friend and partner. The words I can find don't do him justice.

Those are happy, blessed, grateful Pobble birthday Thoughts. That and a buck fifty will get you coffee. Black, drip, Seattle's Best coffee.