When he's gone only for a weekend I miss him so much that I wear his t-shirts to bed so that I can smell him when I go to sleep. When I come home and I'm tired, stressed or cranky, all I need is a few minutes to lie down in his arms and hear his soothing voice to make it all melt away. When I get angry at him, most times he charms his way out of trouble with a quick joke and that mischievous smile. When we fight, even when I'm screaming at him, half of me wants to drop everything just to hug him. When he holds our son and lulls him to sleep or quietly reads a book to him, I reminded of how lucky our family is to have such a tender and loving father. Almost everyday, he looks into my eyes and tells me how much he loves me and how much I mean to him.

I know I complain about him to others, mostly because no one wants to hear a wife praise her husband all the time and because that's simply not fun. But just once a year, he deserves to be known as he truly is. I love you and I look forward to many more happy and blessed years ahead.