Dear Andrew,

I did not forget your birthday. And I did give you a gift, but I spaced out until just last night and didn't realize - until more than halfway through the Grammies and all the way through what remained of the Arbor Mist I started Friday - that I'd forgotten to get you a card.

So how about a Happy Birthday blog post?

Happy Birthday to you, Love. You're my favorite person, my very best friend, and the only person I can imagine doing life with.


My heart's a dainty butterfly atop a rose in May, Q