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To my husband on his 22nd birthday

Dear Jared,

Happy birthday handsome! You're 22.  I can't express how blessed I am to have spent 6 birthdays with you (including this one) , and so many more to come.  

I just want to let you know that i am incredibly proud of the man you've always been, and the even better man you've grown to be.  I am so proud of you for everything you've accomplished,  and I am SO thankful for every thing you do for us.  You work your butt off so that we can have the things that we have, pay our bills, and enjoy life.  I know sometimes I may take that for granted, and I'm sorry i know i don't say thank you enough.  I love you more than words can express, and I am SO blessed to be your wife.

You are the most amazing, handsome, kind man I have ever met.  You can make anyone smile, and you always brighten up rooms with yours.  You are strong, hard-working, and humble.  You are funny, and sweet.  I couldn't have asked for a better man to spend my life with. 

  From our trips to Tennesee, or all the way to Canada.  From four wheeler riding to our nights of "Netflix AND CHILL 😉" life with you couldn't be more amazing.  I can't wait for many more years of adventure with you.   And many more birthdays too.

Happy birthday baby! I love you so so much.

CHEERS TO 22! 11-30-2018!

Love,
Your wife ❤

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