It's my wife's 40th birthday today. Make some noise!
Our first date was me taking her out for her birthday at an indifferent Greek restaurant in the Minneapolis Uptown neighborhood, fourteen years ago, so I'm kind of celebrating that, too.
Helen is the best person I've ever met. Even now, I can't quite wrap my mind around my good fortune, that such a woman would have even gone on that first date, let alone married me. Somehow, "happy birthday" doesn't quite seem to be enough, but it'll have to do. So: happy birthday, love.