(Someday, I'd like to record an album of all my music, but it would be terribly eclectic - everything from folk songs to 16th century part-song.)
My brain was so explody this week, I forgot it was our 14th wedding anniversary on the 12th of September. Well, we both forgot. We forget because every day is like an anniversary, or a honeymoon, or just the best day ever, all rolled into one. A day has not gone by in the past 14 years (and before, since we moved in together) where I have not been amazed and grateful and just mad with love that this wonderful, wonderful man chose to spend the rest of his life with me. When every day is special, anniversaries are simply a day to go "wow. Has it really been THAT long?!".
I love you, sweetheart. I always will. And every day is better than the last.