29th birthday of the husbando

Something threw me out today. I’ve been with

my husband since I was 25 so that was like,

4 years of my time already? Really?

How come something feels so fleeting,

so unbelievably comforting and

loving at the same time?

There’s never really a time when I did not feel

grateful to have him as my companion

(of course he does have his flaws but

it’s only for my eyes to see &

my ears to hear, right?)

He’s the most amazing; laid back and just,

the funniest person ever.

He studies hard, he works hard and he loves

even harder. He adapts well to literally anything

life threw at him. I’m so glad I’m on the front row

seat to watch him grow, and blissful enough to

grow alongside him.

That great person once doubt that he

himself would not be able to be close to his

children, the one thing that I will zealfully deny

because I observe first hand what kind of a father he is.

He’s the father whose child come into his embrace

on the small hours of the night then soothe

the child back to sleep.

He’s the father that we’re so

proud of, for everything that he is.

Happy birthday, papa! We love

you forever 💛💛💛

Ananda Khaira Azizah,

Pekanbaru, 3 Februari 2025.

Hari Senin, pukul 7 malam.

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