I am giving you roses to celebrate how you rosed in my rainy autumn.
And washed abroad like a shower of light all my grey days...
New York brought me to you and as of today I keep wanting to give you what is already yours.
Its the birthday of the birthdays when I remember we are together.
The daughters you gave me are a profound breath of summer.
I love that we sleep in the same current and each morning waking to you with the blessings of God.
when I open my eyes each day you are what I wanted to see.
Happy birthday my wife , mother of my princesses.