Babe.

This time of year is a time of celebration for us. Birthdays, anniversaries, and holidays to celebrate love, dot the calendar like chocolate chips in cookies.

I love it.

My last post has caused somewhat of a commotion (thank you, everyone), and I plan to respond to all the questions and comments tomorrow, but first, I had to mention a couple of days that went by that mean more to me than anything.

Our anniversary and Rich's birthday.

I am not sure why I get so lucky sometimes,but I am so grateful that the Lord chose me to share my life with this man. He is my very best friend, the very first person I want to see in the morning and the very last person I want to hear before I go to sleep at night. He makes me want to be better, to do better, and remember why I am trying so hard in the first place. He makes me laugh (really hard sometimes) and lovingly reminds me we’ll get through it together when there is reason to cry. I love him more than I had any inkling was possible , and yet, it is still not as much as I will love him tomorrow.

Happy Birthday, Babe. Thanks for spending the last fifteen years doing what you do best...loving me.