I don't know if I'd survive without a friend like you in my life.

Love you so much, JK.

You are the most playful person I know.  Our house is filled with wrestling, tickling, and tumbling every day.  This makes everyone happy.

 

Last night we splurged and ordered Season 2 of The Walking Dead.  It's completely worth it to feel the same scared feeling as you at the exact same moment.  I love our nights at home together, when our kids are tucked safely in bed, and we enjoy shows that belong just to us.

I love the way you...

- rub my shoulders right when I need it most without me saying a word

- include every kid who wants to play football in public swimming pools

- tell me I am beautiful when I wake up after four hours of sleep

- have deep life discussions with me in the front seat of the van

- make me laugh so hard my side hurts sitting in front of Ikea (I won't forget the old lady who thought your fake punch on Max was real for a loooooong time.)

Last night we decided it was time to give our kitchen cupboards a makeover.

We quickly found out that I was better at keeping you company than painting a clean white line. Thank you for thinking my inadequacy was cute rather than annoying.

You rocked it.  I like staring at our new cooking place with you, our ridiculous smiles unable to simmer down.  It just feels good to Kurtzify this joint. 

I can always count on you for taking the hard jobs, like taking our boys to the dentist.  There's a reason they ask for you to join them.  You are brave and smart and when they are surrounded by that, they start feeling brave and smart too.

Every parent is filled with pride when they see their child's firsts.

Your heart swelled when you saw Milo's very first logo, created on the ipad.

I love that you are passing on your techy geekiness to our boys.