Today is Robin's birthday. I already blabbed earlier this week about many of the reasons I love him, all of which amazingly still apply two days later. Robin is what makes home, and life, so wonderful for me. Today he turns 53, so once again he's four years younger than me (instead of the five years younger he gets to be for four days). I hope we continue to enjoy each other's company and love for many, many more birthday-anniversary weeks in the years to come. Happy birthday to the love of my life.