That’s right. I call my husband Ryan Baby. No shame. We used to be pretty sappy with baby talk and all. Thankfully we grew out of that but the Ryan Baby stuck and there is nothing you can do about it.
Happy birthday to my husband. Here are a few birthday wishes I have for you.
- For you, I wish that a Karaoke bar would open up down the street from us. Whenever you came in, without even requesting it, they would call you to stage and ask you to perform ‘Plush.’ You would be somewhat of a legend and all of Detroit would see that you were secretly meant to be a rockstar.
- I wish for you and endless supply of chocolate marshmallow ice cream. Free of calories so that you could enjoy it to your hearts content.
- I wish for you a Detroit Tigers World Series victory and when Mr. Ilitch gets on stage, he will make a point of not only thanking the team, but also you, a devoted fan from birth.
- Ryan… baby… I wish for you a day of surfing with Eddie Vedder. After, he would invite you to a bonfire where he will give an impromptu concert for a small group of friends. No one else will be able to understand the words he is singing, but, as always, you will know every song by heart.
There is no denying you just get better with age. I think you are the bees knees and am so happy to celebrate with you. Now let’s go get us some Supino’s.
With love from Detroit,
Callie Baby
So sweet…love this! Happy Birthday Ryan!