dear Bruce Mayberry,
you have an old man name and an old man heart. i love it. i know you will probably ask me what that means and i don’t really know – it probably has to do with the fact you love smoking pipes like Gandalf, hunting like Elmer Fudd, and knitting like a grandma. you are my favorite introvert and i never enjoyed quiet time more in my life (but still not all the time please). you make me laugh, you challenge me, you encourage me, and you make me super competitive in board games (i love beating you). you drink too much diet coke but i drink too much coffee so it all balances out.
you are tall, blonde, and devilishly good-looking. i am convinced our Hogwarts letters got lost in the mail and they will show up at our house one day – good thing we already have our Gryffindor scarves, textbooks, and wands. you teach me the science behind the magic of cell phones, how to kill endermen in minecraft, and how to photo bomb every picture.
you are my Jim, my Eugene, my Rory, my Beast, and my Ron (actually you are probably more my Hermione and i am your Ron. #letsbehonest) and i love you so much. Happy Birthday to you. i am so thankful you were born!