It is late.

All the lights except the reading light above my chair are off. Maureen went to bed to read. She will be asleep now. i can no longer read more than two paragraphs in bed without falling to sleep. That is why i am in this chair.

i will not write my usual thousand-plus words here tonight. i may do that tomorrow to honor her. She deserves honor. After all, she has put up with me going on 37 years.

No words, even though i might attempt it tomorrow, can express how much i love this lady.

She is beautiful inside and out. She is caring. She is loving. She’s a little crazy. She has a great laugh.

We are a great fit. You bring me joy.

Happy 69th Birthday tomorrow, my beautiful Maureen.

i love you.