It was 38 years ago that I kissed Deb for the first time. 

On her birthday.  

I kiss her every day, usually.  

But the birthday kiss is always special.  

It’s the anniversary of the spark.  

The spark that grew into a steady flame of love. 

Most years I get to celebrate her birthday with her.  

She’s out of town this week.

Across the country. 

But she’s never far from my heart.  

Happy birthday, Deborah D!  

I love you more with each passing day…