To the pre-teen boy who argued with parents and priests and god-men against religion.
To the driven young man who got a job and a degree while other people his age were comfortably bunking classes, and who went on to complete two post-grad courses, almost simultaneously.
To the rational young lover who argued against a romantic relationship being a bond; who argued for either party being able to walk out of the relationship at any time.
To the clueless boyfriend who doesn't bother to give me birthday surprises and who taught me that that isn't really important; who demonstrates how much more wonderful it is to be nice by default, to be nice every day, to not wait for a 'special' day to show he loves me.
To the friend who helps me become a calmer, saner person.
To the man who makes me laugh.
To the man who always challenges me, who doesn't let a lazy argument get through.
To the boy I knew who is all grown up now, and into an even nicer and smarter person than I always knew he was.
May the next 28 years be exciting and funny.