On days when I’m wondering what I’m going to write about, Patrick’s response is always, “me!” Well, today is the day.

This guy. It’s his birthday today, so I’m using a pre-head-shave picture from before our life got sucked into cancer. (Although I think he looks great hair or no hair.) I don’t know how I’d have gotten through the last 6 months without him. He has handled our months of “for worse” without complaint, helping me any way he can, but mostly helping me stay sane.

I think I’ve mentioned before that we are almost opposites. He has a PHD in mathematics and I have a master’s in communication. He doesn’t like to socialize or dress up, and I like a good party dress. I like comedies and decorating shows and Hallmark on repeat. He likes American Horror Story and cooking alone. But somehow, it works. I think we make each other better versions of ourselves. I know he does me. And I know without a doubt that he always has my back. I’m grateful for him today and every day.