When I walked into that blue house on the corner of 10th and Yale twelve years ago, I had no idea my life had just changed. I can still remember the first time I saw you standing by that ratty couch with the comic pages in your hand.
Lately it seems that one of us always has a child in our arms or some task calling us away. Thank you for believing with me that it won't always be this way and remaining the most gracious person I know. I find so much rest in you. Could there be a higher compliment at this stage in our lives?
Happy seventh anniversary, T. I still don't know how I got so lucky.