Thirty-nine years ago today my wife was born in Maryland. Forth months later, and three states west, I was born.
I’m more than a little stunned at the events that followed: she and her family moved to California; I never left Ohio. Then, for some unthinkable reason, she moved to Cleveland; I never got further north than Columbus. Yet, despite these considerable odds, we met, fell in love, and have been happily married for nearly six years now.
Happy birthday, sweets. I love you.