Unfortunately I don’t have a gift for rhyme that Red Garnier has so, I didn’t write a lovely poem like she wrote for her husband on their anniversary. (That’s right, Red, make all the rest of us look bad!)
So Gizmo Guy, I know you’ve not been looking forward to yet another birthday. Yes, you’ve changed a bit since the first birthday we spent together. Your hair is shorter. And it’s *ahem* slightly changed hue. But you’ve earned every single follicle change. Yes, I know you still are cringing at the idea that last year you passed that half-century mark. Yes, I know that you’ll be cataloguing this because my 50th is rapidly approaching.
And yes, one of your birthday presents today may have to be a new stove because in true Gizmo Guy fashion you tinkered with ours and now the kitchen is littered with parts that *ahem* won’t go back together.
All I can say is I love you, Gizmo Guy, and I hope I get to spend many many many more birthdays helping you blow out the candles.