Happy happiest of birthdays to my lovely wife Dawn.

I met Dawn in an elevator, sometime around Thanksgiving 2001. She was leaving early to go to ballet class and I was heading down for some free turkey in the lobby courtesy of the building management at 1666 K Street. I asked her if she was going for the food and then teased her when she said she was leaving early.

When later I showed her that I knew first, second, third, etc., foot positions, apparently she found me charming.

I soon started dating someone else, but that ended fairly quickly. Soon after that Dawn and I were dating. Then we got engaged. Then we moved in together. Then we got married.

Apparently she still finds me at least somewhat charming. She hasn’t traded me in yet anyway.

Happy birthday, to you, my dulcet darling.