Today is Toby's 30th birthday. I used to think that 30 was ancient. Now I'm dating it.
The thing about Toby is that he is endlessly youthful. He's this weird mix of beardy lumberjack/nerdy jock/enthusiastic puppy. He's ridiculously optimistic and happy, and his energy just keeps going and going and going. So do his freckles. I've never met anyone like him before in my life, and not a day goes by that I am not incredibly thankful to have him around. He puts up with my crazy, he gets me through bad days, and he makes me laugh more than anyone else ever has. I'm such a lucky girl.
Happy birthday, Tobias. I love you.