When it comes to being in love, words have never done my heart much justice. It almost seems a disservice to attempt any sort of quantification of what position love assumes. Still, I feel drawn to marking special occasions with some amount of written word. Love letters, I guess. For all that I have yet to understand about marriage, or the incredible chaos of love, I do know that I'm thick in it. So when I sound maddeningly like mush, as I am oft to do, let us blame Mark. As it were, in a couple days he will have been rounding the sun for a quarter-century. 25 on the 29th. Without further rambling, here's a "happy almost birthday" commentary on my best ever life accomplice.

If you know him, you love him. Affable, gentle, with a touch of grandiosity in his storytelling. Smarter than most of us, but brilliant because he doesn't care for being smart so much as he simply loves to learn. Always saying he knows nothing about music because he "does not know music theory", yet he constantly fills our house with melodies from his piano, ukulele, percussion instruments, and a soon-to-arrive violin bass guitar. Skims every page of the newspaper before throwing it into the fire (a similarity to my grandpa that I am convinced is not coincidental). Will happily talk sports for hours with anyone interested, but just as easily discuss the merits of linen versus cotton with his wife. Will make you feel there has never been a better cook than you, and he means it. A real slam dunk of a human being. 

Thanks for building every fire and for keeping our house — literally and proverbially — warm.
(P.S. Can't wait to have your babies.)

All of these images are from our journey to Greece in May 2016.
Photos 1 & 3 were taken by Mark, and are two of my all-time favorite images. Though none so good as photo 4.