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  • I’ve always admired my wife Lauren. She’s a strong and happy person. She reminds me how lucky I am, every day, just by being herself. I can’t think of a better day to honor Lauren than today, her birthday, which is particularly special because it’s her first as a mother. Over these last four months since our son Leo was born, I’ve seen her become an even more amazing version of the woman I fell in love with over ten years ago. She’s completely at ease as a mother. She’s natural, graceful, and beautiful in every way. Her bond with our son is unmistakable and drives me to work harder, be more present, and appreciate the dumb luck I must have to have convinced her to be with me.

    She’s dead tired. She’s barely sleeping and the sleep she gets could not be considered reasonable human hours. Yet somehow, she manages to give Leo the stimulating, nurturing, encouraging environment he needs to grow in these formative months. I do what I can to help, but the majority of the burden is on Lauren, and she bears it remarkably. I’ve never been more proud of her as a partner, a husband, or a friend. She is my inspiration, my light, and my heart. I love you baby. Happy Birthday.
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