My English Rose

Today Robin hits his 62nd birthday, and thanks to this respiratory illness it's hitting back hard. It's a good job we never make concrete plans around our birthdays and anniversaries; after all these Decembers I know better. I'm hoping that being sick now means we won't be during our firm's shutdown week later in the month but I know it doesn't really work that way. In the meantime, in sickness and in health, Robin is pretty much my everything, and I'm so, so grateful for him. Happy birthday, darling.