Ryan didn't know I played the piano until we were married. He didn't know I sewed. He didn't know I am awesome at arcade games (which is why I like taking the kids to the dentist because they have the old-school-full-size Ms. Pac-man.) He didn't know I knew how to bake something besides chocolate chip cookies.
Ryan married me for who I am, not what I can do. I love that about him. He is genuine. Passionate. Sensitive. Practical. Caring. Personable. Funny. He's a great dad.
He's the kind of husband who spray paints the fire hydrant in front of his house with a fresh coat of bright yellow paint because his wife mentions it is looking drab.
I love you, love. Happy Birthday.