Today, my beautiful wife turns 30. She's ooooooooooold.
I've known her more than half of my life, and loved her for most of that time. I tease her ('cause she's old) but I know, without her, I'd probably still live in that studio apartment and I'd be fatter and smell worse.
I probably don't tell her enough, and I know I don't show her enough, how much she means to me. Nicole, you are the missing piece of my soul, my heart, and my mind. Without you, I am only a part of myself and can never be whole.
By the way, did I mention she's totally hot too?
(but you're still ooooooold.)