Today would have been Steve’s 72nd birthday 🎉

And honestly … there’s still a part of me that can’t believe he’s not here to celebrate it.

Steve wasn’t just a good man—he was my man. Solid, loyal, smart, and the kind of person who showed up every single time. No drama, no nonsense … just strength, love, and that quiet way he had of making everything feel okay.

I still think about the little things … the way he’d smile when he walked into the room, the way he made me laugh without even trying, the way he just knew how to make life feel steady. Those moments? They stay with me. Always.

We built a life together—through everything—and I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat. That kind of love doesn’t go anywhere.

Do I miss him? Every single day. In ways big and small that never really get easier.

But today … today I celebrate him. The man he was. The love he gave. The life we shared.

Happy 72nd Birthday, Steve
Still loved. Still missed. Always mine.

Merry Everything and Happy Always … I hope you’re celebrating big up there.