I can't believe I'm married to someone who just turned 38. It's impossible that we're this old, and yet somehow it's true.
It's also true that this 38-year old is the person I want to continue growing old with and the person I want to celebrate all my birthdays with. He's the person who helps me make sense of the nonsensical, and keeps me sane when life slams its way through the front door and forces us to be grown-ups in a world that hasn't always been particularly kind to us. He's the one who holds onto hope when mine is gone. He's the one who always seems to know exactly what to say. He's the one who continues to surprise me and who makes life infinitely more interesting just by being alive.
I love you Sandy, and I hope you have a very, very happy birthday.