Happy 47th Birthday, My Love.
I don't have all of the money in the world to give, I can't buy you all the nice things I want to give you.
I'm imperfect, I can't be everything you want.
But I love you.
And appreciate you.
For everything you do for me.
I thought and thought about the right present.
You are hard to buy for.
But I wanted something more than just store-bought.
I wanted to show you.
All that I can't put into words.
So for your birthday this year...
I have an admission.
And my gift to you will be my recovery.
From self-loathing.
From depression.
From anger.
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