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Happy Birthday Mr. D

As many of you remember, my 30th birthday was spectacular.

When D and I made the decision to come to Korea, we realised that I may be limited in creating the type of magic he did.

Although I think our weekend away in Busan was a good touch of magical, I figured the only other thing I could do was write to him about why I'm glad he's having his 30th birthday.

I'm glad you're 30 because it means that you were born and if you weren't born we would have never met and I would probably be a much more neurotic mess that I usually am.

I'm glad you're 30 because now I am no longer a cradle robber.

I'm glad you're 30 because this means we have passed the decade birthday mark together and that just seems so much more significant then when we both turned 20, were broke and probably drinking watered down pitchers of beer in a student bar. Funny as this sounds, I'm so glad we have those memories together too.

I'm glad it's your birthday because I'm excited to see the look on your face when the little kindergatens sing 'Happy Birthday' to you, hopefully a surprise!

I'm glad, that no matter what day of the year it is, you always wake up beside me with a smile and warm hug to start the day.

And I know that that is the best birthday present I could ever hope to have. I hope you feel the same way.

Thank you for always making me laugh, putting up with my ever changing mind and for being the bestest friend any girl could ask for.

Happy Birthday, Mr. D.
xx

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