Forty-three huh! Happy birthday Caravajio Johnson. Congratulations on making it this far, not just in age, but in maturity. You are the best husband for me. I’m sorry that I have not always appreciated this. But now I do and I want to share some of your beautiful qualities and what makes you special.
The way you interact with our daughter, showing her loving fun.
The way you get worried when our daughter cries.
Your deep love for your son.
The way you play Monopoly with us.
How you are a good sport.
How you don’t watch sport.
How you ask your dad about sport.
How you make your mum laugh.
How you love your sisters.
The way you tell the same old fart jokes over and over.
The way you care about our planet.
The way that one of us knows our right from our left (politically).
How you talk about me to others.
The way you write letters.
Your quirky videos.
Your silly memes.
The way you do something about your dreams.
The way you know about computers and tech.
The way you invent cool nick-names for us out of thin air.
How you watch my TV shows with me.
The way you check if I understand what you’re on about.
How you let me talk about me.
How you console me.
Your ability to create a funny song off the top of your head.
How you make a running commentary in song throughout the house.
The way you create songs about your children.
When you ask for me to keep singing.
When we hold a duet.
When we have a dance off.
When we do dueling bogs.
The way you encourage me to grow and develop.
The way you teach me.
Your love for to-do lists and productivity.
The way you listen to books in order to be changed.
The way you’ve changed and remained constant.
When you show up.
When you come to church with me.
The way you try to make me look good.
Your pride (like in a good Mr Darcy way).
When you say, “listen to your heart”.
When you say, “find love in your heart”.
When you say, “you are loved”.
Your love for your family.
The way you give me the better blanket at night.
How you can’t lie.
The way you passionately eat a handful of chips.
The way you apologise.
The way you manage conflict.
The way you choose to right wrongs.
Your quickness to forgive.
Your ability to say sorry.
The way you trust me.
Your deep conversation.
Your Socratic method.
The way you don’t value money.
How you cry.
The way you old-man dance.
Your eagerness to get bifocals.
The way your beard makes you a silver fox.
That you are large and in charge.
That you listen to my advice.
The way you don’t expect change, but help make it happen.
That you try to change.
Your pursuit to learn.
That you give me the best bits of food.
That you cook for me.
That you clean for me.
How you try to practice good habits.
Your patience with me.
When you put on your Playschool voice.
The way you dance to Bluey.
Your family focus.
The way you care.
Your commitment to us.
Your sacrificial love.
How you put me before you.
How you let me be me.
Your readiness to help and serve.
Your introversion and extroversion.
That’ll do you. I don’t want to give you the false impression that you are perfect. But on your birthday, I just wanted to say you are loved. You are loved by me and your children, not just for long lists of reasons, but because you’re simply Dad. You are loved by a lot of people, who want the best for you.
I can’t wait to continue on this adventure of creating with you. I love you, my Boss Hog.