It's dangerous to go alone. Take this.

You are lying next to me, sleeping. Peacefully for once. No snores, no tossing. It’s been such a blissful week being here when you came home each day. There really are no words. None to express the joy and love for you, and not enough to contain to sadness I always have when parting from you.

One day soon. One day soon this can be routine. And we’ll argue about how our lives are predictable and mundane and how we need some excitement. And I hope I can relish the knowledge that we finally made it to that point. And I’ll smile.

One day soon, but not soon enough.

Happy birthday Yoshi.