Birthday Boy.

Jun 14, 2019
2 min read

I made my very first pie yesterday.

Without any help.

With real butter, and fresh blueberries.

From scratch.

And do you want to know why I made my first pie, without any help, with real butter and fresh blueberries from scratch?

Because nearly two years ago, I arrived downtown like, 15 minutes later than planned, after driving for two hours in August temperatures with no air conditioning, sweaty and with ridiculous pink hair, to meet a total stranger for coffee.

And as it turned out, that stranger was the most handsome, hilarious, thoughtful and cheeky, smart and clever and wonderful-in-ALL-of-the-ways man I'd ever met.

And shortly after that, I fell really, really in love with him.

And then a while later, he had a birthday. And that's where the pie comes in 🥧

So, here's to the Birthday Boy: who makes my whole heart happy every day, who is the best father to our fur child, whose kisses have cured all of my aches, who makes me feel safe and always seen, and supports me in even my wildest ideas (of which there are many, constantly changing - how he keeps up I will never know). Who keeps our bellies full with the most delicious food, who buys me flowers on a Thursday just because and puts up with me willingly. Who inspires me, and teaches me not to sweat the small stuff. Who apologizes when necessary, and *actually* means it. Who always comes home and wants to snuggle, even when I'm being prickly. Who makes me want to be a better human, and motivates me to do things, like learn how to bake pie from scratch, because I want to show him that I appreciate him endlessly and think he deserves all the pie.

So here's to my favorite, my sweet-as-blueberry-birthday-pie, happy birthday!

XOX

Jessica*.