Last night, you sang me a song with no lyrics. Okay, some lyrics. By some I mean a few words here and there, because you have the weirdest habit of listening to songs for the melody's sake (I swear he doesn't even know the full lyrics to anything except perhaps the birthday song) lol.

I love all your weird quirks - from the super gross habit of sniffing parts of your body that no sane person should put their noses near, to your amazing ability of singing out of tune EVERY TIME, to your eclectic hardcoregamer/nerdcake/squashathelete personality combination.

You irritate me, chide me and upset the shit out of me sometimes, but you accept me for who I am (incredibly cunty bitch when i'm cranky and all) and you make me so unbelievably happy.

You drive me batshit insane, and yet here I am, still madly in love with you.

You are the sane in my crazy, the fat in my thin, the very heart of me.

Happy 34th month, wherever (in Italy) you are ❤