This is what I wrote two years ago. Today's my husband's birthday. Happy birthday, Hide.

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[Transcript]

Gratitude

I've been staring at my laptop screen for about 30 minutes while listening to my son saying random things. But finally, my fingers have decided to type.

I found it so hard to write about my husband. Is it because I'm afraid of sounding cheesy? Or, maybe because there are no amount of words that could accurately describe how grateful I am to him.

Dear Hide,

I clearly remember when we first met. I don't care about whether or not destiny is true in love, but strangely, I remember the day.

You were freakin' weird.

But I knew we'd be friends, and we've become best friends.

Earthquakes often remind me of the time when you bought and relished a roasted sweet potato during the aftermath of 3.11. I got so annoyed at that time, but, in retrospect, we needed that little comfort food back then, and thank you for giving me half.

I know you've taught silly things to Haru, and now I have to worry that he might do or say those things in kindergarten. He enjoys seeing me upset when he does what you taught. It's your fault, and I hate that those things make me laugh.

While you were away for the whole week a few weeks ago, Haru woke up and screamed, "Daddy! Daddy!" every morning. He always wonders if he can take a bath with you. You're his hero and mine.

Lying on the floor, we giggle together: our stupid jokes and songs are what my happiness looks like.

Your letter got me out of the darkest time, and I'm thankful that I spend every day with you and our boy.

I'm grateful for the countless things that you've done for me. Without you, I'd stay still, and no growth would happen. You're the only one that I can show the little Darth Vader in me --"Little?" you may wonder.

I asked you, "Do you remember when we first met?"

You said no.

Damn.