You are cleaning the comfort room and helping me with the laundry every weekend. You said it’s because I have asthma and you don’t have money for the hospitalization if ever my asthma attacks due to overtiredness. I know you were not serious when you said that. The truth is you love me so much that you don’t want something awful happen to me. I may not say this often but I love it when you’re helping me with the household chores and I really appreciate every little thing you do for me.
Last Sunday, you were helping me again with the laundry when the garbage collectors came. You stood up and I thought there was just something you need to do. But I saw you headed to the store, bought a large bottle of soda and handed it to the garbage collectors. I was about to get the camera but you prompted me not too. You said no need for your good deed to be documented. You are always like that…helping others but don’t want other people to know. Only few people know the real you…a man with a big heart who loves helping the lesser fortunate. You inspire me to be great and help others out just like what you always do.
I may sometimes tease you of your thinning hair and that you need inexpensive wigs, but you know the truth…I love you for who you are and I feel so blessed to be with you. Now that you’re 38, I know you’re going to spread more love. And as always, I will walk with you and help you leave those footprints of love.
Happy birthday, Baby!