To be honest, we are not perfect couple. We have gong through a lot of ups and downs in our relationships, but even in the darkest moments of our marriage, neither of us gave up. Instead we tried our best to work things out and therefore, after many years, we are still together. It is not easy considering the fact that we are so much unlike. We have different interests, different social circle, different almost in everything. You are a party guy, and I am a stay-at-home type. You are sort of happy-go-lucky person, and I am kind of a worrier. You seek thrills in poker game and stock market, while I prefer to find comforts in reading and writing. It’s easy to fall in love with someone so opposite to your own type, but living together is another story. Somehow we managed that and our marriage survived. To achieve that, both of us made some compromises: I tolerate your sluggishness at house chores and your occasional selfishness while you put up with my spouts of insecurity.

     Nothing is perfect in this imperfect world. Our marriage might not be like those described in fairy tale, but still can be considered as  aa happy one. Despite all the differences between us, I admire your low-key way to approach people and the inner warmths you have still draw me like a beacon after so many years togetherness. I am the kind of person who tend to held everything inside, and you are one of a few I could open my heart to. Now we have a son, I believe together we could raise him up, keep him safe, discipline him, and mold him into a responsible human being.

     My dearest dear, today is a special day for both you and me. I should thank that day many years before----because of it, tonight when I woke up, hearing your peaceful heartbeat, I would feel like being wrapped up in the warmth of a quiet companionship. The knowledge that I was not alone would put me back to my dreams again.

    My dear, happy birthday.