He is quite clearly the favorite parent.
He is thoughtful and kind.
He is funny and smart.
(And tall; I never forget to mention that. It's not like he's a giant or anything, but being 10 inches taller than me seems like a great accomplishment.)
There is no one like him anywhere.
I am so glad he was born with gigantic eyelashes 31 years ago, and that he moved out of his parents' house to live in town with some friends 9 years ago and loitered in the hallway at church so we could meet.
He makes life better and funnier and happier and gooder.
Happy Birthday to my Favorite Person.