I've spent more than a year waiting for a certain someone to join me in the Big 4-0 category. And today he finally does! Luckily for me, I have the woman's perogative of choosing not to acknowledge birthdays past a certain age, so I can now officially say we're both fabulous and forty.
And looking back over our more than 25 years together, I think we've aged pretty darn well.
Happy Birthday, Michael! Thank you for being my husband, my partner in crime, and my best friend. There's no one I'd rather be forty (or sixty, or eighty, or a hundred and twelve) with. I love you!
