I’d like to wish a very special happy birthday to the love of my life, my best friend, soulmate, Penguin, fiancée, the father of my future children, my home, my happiness, and so on. Today, you are 32 years old, and I couldn’t be more excited to spend another birthday by your side.
Life isn’t always easy, as you found out at a young age. Through every difficulty thrown your way, you have fought your way through to the other side of it all. I am beyond proud of you, how far you’ve come, and the man that you have grown into.
Times are changing, and technology is always expanding. Due to that, our world is consumed, as I’m sure most of us can acknowledge. I’m guilty of this, as well. I have an unhealthy love for social media and my iPhone. With that said, here are some of my favorite apps:
Everyone has a hero of some kind. Maybe it’s not a “super” hero, but the literal definition of a hero is a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. Honestly, my hero hasn’t changed at all since I was a child; only intensified behind the reasoning.
Almost everyone that you meet says that their Mom is the best out there, right? Well, I’m here to tell you that each and every single one of them have lied to you, because no Mom is better than mine. Nothing will ever convince me otherwise. Here’s why.
There hasn’t been a time in my life where music wasn’t a huge part of who I am. I grew up on a wide variety of music, but I definitely have my favorites from each genre, as I’m sure we all do.
My taste in music changes with my moods, but I assume that’s pretty normal. I love country about 85% of the time, honestly, but I definitely change it up pretty often. When I’m in a hyped, happy mood, I love to listen to “today’s hits,” or rap/r&b. If I’m angry or sad, it’s usually rock. Music is just a huge part of who I am, and how I get through the day.
For as long as I can remember, writing has always been an outlet for me. It was a way to express how I was feeling or what I was going through without having to open up to someone else all of the time. It was healthy, and it was relieving. Whether the weight of the world was on my shoulders, or I was carefree and happy, I was always writing it down.
In middle school, I was obsessed with poetry and lyrics. My best friend and I put together a binder of our work as a keepsake, and I still have it to this day. It was something we enjoyed doing, and it was a creative way to express ourselves at different moments in our lives.
Today’s challenge could go so many different directions, and there is no right or wrong way to take it. With that said, I’m going to share a variation of my beliefs with you.
For starters, I’m one of the least judgmental people you will ever meet. We could disagree on 100% of things in our outlook on life, and I could still think you’re one of the most wonderful people I’ve ever met. As adults, we do not have to see eye-to-eye on everything, but we should respect how others feel and see things.
One day, each and every one of us will be gone. There is no question about if, but when. Our loved ones, friends, co-workers, or anyone we simply made an impression on are the only parts of us that will remain in this world. We will only become stories told by those we’ve left behind. What will people say about you? How will you be remembered?
For this challenge, I’m supposed to list 10 things that I’d hope to be remembered for when my time has come and gone. By far, this has been one of the difficult parts of this 30 day blog challenge simply because we don’t really like to think about the end of our lives, but here we go.