We sugar-coat, from time to time, our coupling. Yeah, I said "coupling." Goggle if you need to. But this man, that I have been married to for -- shit, I need a calendar.
This man that is with me? Your spouses can't live up to him. He is that. And all that. And that. And that.
I am extremely grateful to whatever cosmos or fate or god-like being you want to invoke that I have him.
There is no other. There will never be an other.
But, Pete? One of a kind. And it's his birthday. I will never be able to articulate who he is or what he is or, oh my freakin' god, how he is.
Thank you, the forces that made him the father of my children. I have never looked back. Not even one instance.
Love you, honey. I know you love me. You show me all the time.