So, today's my birthday, and it's basically the one day a year when everybody tells me how much they love me while also patronizing me as if I were a six-year-old handicapped Cambodian adoptee with leukemia. Don't worry--I don't mind. I brought it upon myself.
Bryan, for his part, is kind of the lead lover and lead patronizer. Each year, he writes a baroque and meticulously edited email to all my friends and family, calling on them to do their civic duty, which is to treat me like a golden retriever puppy for one exquisite and fleeting day each year.
These emails are always amazing. Here's the one that went out today: