To My Beloved Mick: we've made it through Hell and back, and still enjoy cuddling on the couch with each other. You still make me laugh. You make me feel special, useful - and above all else...loved. You understand me, (pyscho redhead that I am), better than almost anyone on this god-forsaken-planet. It's been 9 years since Ronn Robinson married us in our apartment livingroom during our "Shot-gun-wedding-on-Pearl-Harbor-Day." I loved you madly then, and I think I love you and understand you more today. Happy Anniversary to My Knight!