A whole bunch of years ago Sara was born. Then a bunch of years after that, she met me. A bunch of years after that, we wed. Years later I find myself writing about it here.
I wish her a happy day, and can only wish that she's half as happy as I am half the time which to say is twice as happy as most folks are all the time.
Tonite we celebrate by going to the local horse club meeting. I know, it's not a night on the town, but we have our priorities. Maybe we'll share a glass of wine after. If I can stay awake that late.
I've been told that her birthday present from me will be a donkey. An ass from an ass. Isn't that sweet?