Got to celebrate her birthday with her last night; shooting & steak dinner. Yeah, her birthday not mine. She spent her actual birthday, on the road, driving with me, so I could get to and from my fantasy football draft. I drove so she could have some drinks with the girls the night before. In all things, she's the Goose to my Maverick, though she might prefer 'Riker to my Picard'... scratch that... 'Janeway to my Picard', or better yet, 'Kahlan to my Richard'. (Sorry, for the purposes of this post, everyone will just have to deal with our inside humor.)
She's certainly a better partner than I deserve. She's an intellectual, a model, a great cook, a wonderful mother, and a best friend. She's a force of nature, and I'm glad as hell she's on my side. ;) Happy Birthday, baby! I love you!