His dimples surface when he’s trying not to laugh.
His love language is hugs and snuggles.
He doesn’t get sick very often.
He doesn’t really have a favorite movie, mostly because he has a hard time picking favorites.
He loves airplanes, trains, and roller coasters.
He has an incredible amount of energy.
He loves animals, and he hates that we can’t have pets in our apartment.
He does not like listening to the same song over and over again.
He can’t stay inside all day.
His eyes are blue blue blue, but one of them has a little splash of yellow in it.
If he loves you, then you are the luckiest person in the world.
No collection of facts could ever paint a full picture of a person, and this is no exception. When words mean so much to you, you can’t write carelessly about love. “Love” as a word is lacking, but no other word is sufficient. Maybe one day I’ll find a word, but for now, love is all I have.
Happy birthday, love, I’m so glad you were born.
*This is a scheduled post. If you are reading this on May 11th, I’m already at Train Day with Tyson. Go wish him a happy birthday on facebook or something!