You

Are a mystery to me.

The way you can push your body past the point at which most people would give up. How your brain knows it's way around complex mathematical equations that look like another language to me. The patience you have to film our daughter for 7 straight minutes while she trots around the church during Sunday school. The love you have for building things with your own two hands. The pure joy you feel at being able to see for miles atop a high vantage point. Your dreams of traveling the world to see the people and places you pore over in your National Geographic.

Wherever you came from, I'm glad you're here and that you're mine. Happy birthday sweetheart.