Lest there be any misunderstanding, I adore my bride. Paraphrasing Auden (180 degrees out of context) she is my North, my South, my East, my West. I cherish our life together, and cannot imagine any other life which would be any more worth living. Today is the anniversary of Mrs. T's birth, for which I am especially grateful.
As with most husbands, I'm the burr under her saddle. We are opposites in every thing that doesn't matter, and joined at the hip at those that do. Together, we are indomitable. She's taught me to take the long view, I've taught her not to take things so seriously. They have been gifts from the heart, each to the other.
Mrs. T is not my best friend, she doesn't complete me, her life would be full and satisfactory without me. I, on the other hand, would be hopelessly lost without her. She's my reason, she's my why. I cherish her. Because of her I want to live forever. I'll need at least that long to convincingly convey to her how lucky I am, how happy I am being married to her, how I treasure her love and each moment we are together. I love her mostest.
Happy Birthday my adored.