Tomorrow is Jacob’s 27th birthday and I’m not sure I’ll get a chance to write this post during the course of tomorrow, since I will be busy being his slave, changing all the poopy diapers, letting him sleep in, and all that jazz. I am still going to see if I can get out of changing all the diapers. Maybe if I package it as quality “father-daughter” time?

Jacob,
Happy birthday, Honey! I love you. I love everything about you. Your slowness to anger, your hot body, your voice, your forgetfulness, your romantic ideas, your sticky-note trails, your eyes, your hair, your scratchy face. I love the way you love me and Poppy, and how you try harder every day to show it. When you mess up, you always vow to do better the next time and I love that. You are so good to us.

You are twenty-seven now, which means you are considered “late twenties” and but a mere three years away from “you-know-what.” Enough quotation marks already – you’re OLD! Hooray! The older you get, the more your old-man qualities shine through. The way you complain about noisy neighbors and bad driving – I just love it.

We have a lot of adventures ahead of us. At times it’s hard to see the goodness in every situation, but we can both admit who’s better at that. Your optimism and never-give-up-attitude drive me to be a better person. Thank you for being afraid to stay in one place too long. I can’t wait to see what this year holds for you, for us.

I hope tomorrow is a great day for you. Poppy and I will do our best to show you how awesome you really are, and how much we love and appreciate you. In fact, she will poop a great poop just for you. And I will wear a nice bra.

Love,
Leanne