Happy Birthday, my love

Yesterday was my wife’s birthday, and I didn’t get around to posting birthday wishes for her. One of the dilemmas for married guys–at least, I hope this is a dilemma for married guys, or else it’s just me–is the older we get, the harder we find it to pull off those grand, romantic gestures for our beloved.
Such was the case yesterday.
I thought a lot about what I wanted to say, but couldn’t get thoughts converted to bits on the screen. So here is what I’m left with:
Kel, I love you more now than when we first said the words sixteen years ago. I love you more now than when we exchanged vows and rings fourteen years ago. I love that you’re my best friend, and you love me even when I’m not very loveable. I love that you’re the mother of our son, and how awesome you are at being a mom.
I hope you had a good birthday.