Ten years ago, we had never met, despite living in the same neighborhood and shopping at the same stores.
Nine years ago, I felt like the luckiest girl in the world. I was living with my soulmate and happier than I had ever been in my life.
Eight years ago, we married.
Seven years ago, we adopted Dewey Allen.
Six years ago, we lost Higgins. He left a hole the size of his body in our lives.
Five years ago, you let me quit work to pursue my dream of writing.
Four years ago, I found a publisher.
Three years ago, we went to Italy.
Two years ago, we were almost finished renovating the house.
Last year, we adopted Truman Jack. Our family — two humans and two dogs — was complete.
Today, you are fifty. Every year with you, the rope of love that ties us together gets thicker with memories, both good and bad. You are the best person I know and the only man for me. Happy birthday.