Thirty-two years ago, our world got a little bit better. A pair of green eyes opened for the first time, a pair of lips gave their first smile, and things would never be the same again.

She took her first steps, made her first friends, and dreamed her first dreams. And some time later, she reminded me how to dream again too.

Oh my best beloved, words are simply unable to express what you mean to me. And rather than fruitlessly attempt to apply them to a task to which they are so sadly inadequate, I've decided to try something a little different...

(Happy birthday, my love.)