My Man's Day

So. It is Kenny's birthday. I love this man to no end. He knows my soul, and understands. There is not another I can say this about. He is the most respectful, intelligent, kind, interesting, sensitive, funny, strong, creative, beautiful man I know. He is a rare bird, not the normal breed of man. I am not the normal breed of female. We make sense to each other and I feel beyond grateful for this man, that he is mine and I am his. Sometimes I feel he is the only person in the world I can relate to.

Kenny has the most gentle heart. His spirit is so strong, but immensly sensitive as well. We have been married for 4 1/2 years... and have been through so much in that short time. (our long struggle on the path to marriage, the loss of my dear Dad, the unexpected pregnancy of our son, preparing to go to the temple, becoming parents, being sealed, 9 moves, the loss of our daughter)

Our sensitivity and tollerance of each other has become unwavering. We hate not being with each other and are so dependent on one another. When we fight, the whole universe feels amiss and the only thing that matters is making things right.

I want more than anything for his day to be special. This is his first birthday celebration without our daughter. The huge space in his heart that belongs to Sage is so vast and deep and, I know, is too often impossible to navigate around. The past couple of weeks have been rough and I just want so much for Kenny to feel the love amidst the deafening sadness.

I love you my dear man and am so glad that you were born and that we found each other. My world would be lost without you. For the past 6 1/2 months you have made it possible for me to breathe.