He is, hands down, my best friend. I trust his opinion over all others and have never once doubted that he's got my back. Not for a split second. He makes me laugh, he really listens to me, he doesn't buy into bullshit and he's not afraid to stand up for what he believes in. He is the best person to have on your side, and will bend over backwards to help if you need it. I respect him tremendously, and, well, I just think he is the shit. Also I think he's really good-lookin' and that is a pretty cool bonus!
There's no one else like him, and that means there's no one else out there for me. So thanks to his mom for shoving him out of her ladyparts 28 years ago, because if she hadn't, I wouldn't be as deliriously happy and content as I am today. And thanks to him for growing up and not being a sponge that absorbed all the stupidity that the world can shove down a kid's throat all the time. Also for wanting to marry me, because that's pretty incredible. He's the best human being I've ever met. I'm glad he exists and lets me play a part in that existence.
Happy birthday, dude. You and me fovers.
(Also a HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU BRILLIANT MAN to Sir Patrick Stewart. Since you and Jordan share a birthday, we are extending the offer to you to celebrate with us by coming over, eating cake and playing some video games. ... You know, maybe next year or something, if you're not too busy... < / end awkward >)