Today is my wife's birthday.
My relationship with my wife is one of those things where I don't quite know where to begin or end. So perhaps just some bullet points:
We've been a couple for 30 years more or less.
The more or less part is my fault.
We met in college.
I was an insecure idiot (see "more or less" above)
She and I are almost perfectly "matched" by which I mean that she's strong where I'm weak and I'm strong where she's weak.
I trust her utterly. All she has to do is say "Trust me" and I'd walk off a cliff.
She is incredibly strong(mentally and spiritually), much stronger than she thinks.
We dated for four years, were engaged for 18 months and have been married for 25 years.
She has made me into a better person, far beyond what I could have imagined.
Both my parents thought she was amazing. (As usual they were right)
She has been an amazing mother to our daughter.
She has put up with living in the shadow of my "fame" (notoriety?) with remarkable grace.
I believe she's a better Christian than I am, she's smarter than I am, and she's a nicer person than I am.
She has only one flaw. Incredibly poor taste in men. She suffers under the delusion that I'm good enough for her.
She's my best friend.
You may have noticed by now that I'm still crazy in love with her.
Happy birthday beautiful.