The handsomest man who is 27

Today is Travis' birthday.

He is goofy and wonderful and perfect and I love him.
And I want to throw him parties and cook him fancy desserts and buy him lots of presents.


But he's like "meh, I don't know. I don't want to. I don't need it."
He's already like a middle-aged woman, trying to forget his birthday.


Not because he's old and embarrassed about it, but because he doesn't think it's any big deal.
But it is.
An entire day to celebrate my favorite person in the whole world.
What an excellent holiday (and it's amid Christmas season, so I can decorate with lights and snowflakes).

But look at him. Look at how awesome he is.
And I am so unbelievably lucky to have him. He cooks! He cleans! He snuggles me when I'm cold at night! He lets me shower first while the water's still warm! He makes lots of goofy faces when I hold up a camera and say "I'm taking your picture!" and will not complain when he sees them online (but he probably won't like it).
He compliments my cooking even when it's weird! He boils water on the stove for me when I want to take a bath! He carries all our laundry because it's heavy! He always opens doors for me! He is late to class and work everyday because I am slow but doesn't complain!
He is wonderful.
It is his birthday.


I really couldn't choose just one picture.
I love them all.
Because they are all him.



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