Wednesday was Peter’s birthday.  Like everything else in my life at the moment, I’m a little behind the times, so…

Happy happy birthday to you, Peter!  Do you realize that since we’re almost 30 that means we’ve been together for about a decade now?  Kinda crazy how time flies.

Anyway, I want to write you a happy birthday blog post and I totally know how much you hate anything sappy, so I’ll do my best not to gush…

But I have to tell you that I think you are my perfect match and I’m so glad you wanted to marry me.  You keep me sane when I overbook myself, you calm my fears when I’m being a worry-wart, and you tell me it’s good enough when I try too hard to make things exactly right.  And how is it possible I found someone who loves both baseball and music even more than I do?

I know life is has gotten a bit predictable now that we have two kids, two cars and a mortgage, but there isn’t a person on this planet that I would trade places with.

I love you so much!  And here’s to another decade together!  Cheers!