Every once in a while I pull out this gem of a photo from 1987 (I think). Terry and I were much younger then, which makes both mathematical and biological sense.
Today my wife turns a year older. To me, though, she is no different now than she was 10, 20 or 30+ years ago. She is still Terry - Worker of Miracles.
She is still the single most impressive person I know.
She is still the first one I see most mornings and the last one I see most nights.
She is still the love of my life and the saver of my sanity.
It does not escape me that I am blessed to have her, and that my existence simply wouldn't be the same without her.
So in addition to wishing her a very happy birthday, you may also want to thank her for keeping me from doing a myriad of stupid things that could result in someone getting hurt, including you.
In that alone she should be commended as the hero she is.
Thanks, hon. And happy birthday.
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