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We returned home 24 hours later feeling refreshed, well-rested and happily in love. And tomorrow... I return to work.
I was going to type "the birthday boy," but considering that he's turning 40 today, I think that merits being called a man.
Happy Birthday, Ronny. I love you from your young art museum -going self, to your early beer-can collecting self, to the feathered look with your dog Lizzie, and hanging out with Craig and Grandpa Ronny. And to the man that I know best, the one in the last photo, a mere ten years ago when you proposed to me on New Year's Eve, I wish you many, many more birthdays together.