We're used to it now.
I was trying today to remember what year it was you and John met, decided it might have been 1998?
That sounds about right.
Anyway, we've had a lot of fun, broke up a lot of fights, changed a lot of diapers, and wiped so many noses. Millions of little meals have been cooked and socks folded. Along the way we've both figured out a lot of things. (Like that a lot of things don't actually even matter.)
And some things will never be figured out, and that's okay too.
So much love--your dedication to your own family and ours is something I don't take for granted.
Happy Birthday, Honey. We love you so, Jay and Val and Everybody