Clint, you turn 30 today, and despite all my joking about you getting old, I’m really so happy that we’re traveling through this life together. I let you off the hook with the surprise party, but I am going to celebrate you here. I’m about to say lots of nice things about you, so you might want to get the printer warmed up.
There’s no one–not a single person I can conjure up–that I would rather do life with. You are proof to me of God’s goodness and wisdom. Each year, I understand more and more why He bound us together. Most of the things that perplex me about you are the exact things I need. I need your calmness and your practicality and your ability to laugh at all times. And I need your acceptance when I am quite the opposite, which you’re always willing to give.
You’re the most trustworthy person I know.
You’re as loving and gentle of a father as I knew you would be.
I love you, and I appreciate every ounce of responsibility you have taken on for the good of our family and the glory of our Savior.
You’re the best.
And again, I really, really love you to pieces.
P.S. – I will not read this post aloud in Sunday school. Just saying.