Today marks the beginning of Constance’s 32nd year on this glorious planet and everyone who is lucky enough to know her knows how much better our world is with her in it. Perhaps the best part of getting older - or the best part of Constance getting older as it may be - is that every year that passes brings me closer to having known her for the majority of my life. It might seem arbitrary, but I get excited for the day when the scales tip in my favor.

She didn’t really want anything, so instead of trying to find something that she didn’t know she desired, instead I got her 32 each of 3 of her favorite things:

And tonight, we’ll cap it all off with 32 pieces of her favorite food:

I am so thankful to have Constance in my every day and to be lucky enough to share the family I’ve always wanted with the person who makes me better and happier than I ever imagined I could be. Thank you, Constance, for turning 32 and for sharing 12 of those years with me.

And now, without further ado, the icing on her proverbial birthday cake: the haiku-verse poem.

32 For You
What’s in a number?
You are not binary, love,
And you suck at math.

But you rock at love
Like Brett Michaels on TV
Only prettier.

Those are not wrinkles,
Those are lines of distinction.
Let’s eat some cake now.

Happy Birthday, Constance!

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