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Open letters are fun, right? Let’s pretend so.

Hi, CJ! I’ve known you a long time, but this is the first time I’ve even known when your birthday was, and certainly the first time I’ve celebrated it. Is that bad? Maybe? I don’t know. I’d forget my own parents’ birthday if I didn’t have it set up in my phone to throw out a huge reminder at me, so I can’t feel too bad about it. I’m just that oblivious, really. But I’m glad I finally get to.

I have never been the kind of person who jumps into anything. Oh, sure, I feign at chaos and such at times, but I always act in a very controlled fashion. I worry and plan and want everything to go well and do everything I can to insure that, instead of just living in the moment. That’s the person I am. And I look back on our relationship and I go “what the fuck, did I really do that so quickly?” It’s been fast and crazy and I wouldn’t trade it for a moment. Because you know what? Things are better, so much better, now that I am not alone in this house. I knew I was kind of lonely here, but I didn’t realize how much until I had someone to run around with, cook dinner for, and laugh with like all the time. We both were lonely, so we tried something crazy, and now here we are, and our insanity is totally, totally working.

This is the start of the family of my dreams, for serious. You being here is the start. It’ll only get better from here. And plus, my parents and brother and sister-in-law are totally taking you out to dinner tonight and buying you presents, so you’re trapped in this thing now with no escape. NO ESCAPE!

I’ve been tired and cranky and working constantly… but you’ve done so much to make that all okay, and hopefully I’ve managed to make your days a little better too. Thank you for being here. Happy Birthday. This may be the first time I celebrate it with you, but it sure as hell won’t be the last.