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Ode to my Ryan

I was just folding up the laundry in my haphazard way and then stuffing them into the drawers and was just reminded about how lucky I am to be married to Ryan. He never once has criticized me on the way I do things or complained about my rarely made box, frozen or canned dinners or the fact that my belly has started to expand rather than shrink back since having Molly (not to mention my hips or thighs). No no, instead he is always telling me he loves me and that I'm doing such a great job and how pretty he thinks I am. He's always trying to get me to take breaks and have a nap. For my birthday he wants to tear me away from Molly to take me to a play. Also, he made me the cutest homemade card with coupons that you ever did see. One was that I could ask for a house as long as it was on April first ;). He also got me some beautiful roses and book. He's just so great. So thank you Ryan, your my main squeeze and I love you mucho!

By the by. Thank you to all that wished me a happy birthday (I got all your messages) so thanks it means so much and junk. Okay got to go Molly is in meltdown mode.