08/23/2026
Happy Birthday Dominick Marini Dominick Marini
32 years ago I said yes to this man at my high school graduation. But then we have been dating for a few years.
Life had other plans for a while. We split. We loved other people. We stayed in each other’s orbit the whole time — knew each other’s people, kept showing up — because some part of us never fully let go even if it were only as being friends.
And here’s what I know now that I didn’t at 18: we had to leave to learn what we needed. What we wanted. What we deserved. What we’d never settle for again. We had to go find out the hard way that the thing we were looking for had been standing right there the whole time.
Six years ago we found our way back to each other. Back HOME. Back to safe.
Happy birthday to Dominick — the love of my life, my protector, my ride or die.
This is a man who called me the second a derecho rolled in (the hella storm that hit Northwest Indiana August 11, 2026), before I’d said a word, because he could FEEL something was wrong with me. “Everything’s going to be okay. I’m right here. Just think of me.” That’s him. That’s who he is.
This is a man with two bad knees who I swear to you sprouted wings on the Dan Ryan Expressway — put his motorcycle down a quarter mile ahead, ran back through traffic, waved off a semi coming around the curve, and got in the driver’s seat to take me to safety after I spun his car 180° into oncoming traffic. I’ve never seen anyone move like that. I don’t think he can move like that. He did it anyway. For me.
That’s 34 years of having my back. 34 years of being my rock.
Happy birthday, my love. I’d cross four lanes of traffic for you too. ❤️❤️
If you know Dominick, drop him some birthday love below — he deserves every bit of it.