Happy 11 years and one month to my lovely, gentle, wise wife. I was afraid that technical issues tonight would break the tradition I have here. I hope you know that these posts are deeply personal things, and this is a habit I wish to keep. I don't know if anyone will read them, but I imagine them to be special markings I leave on some Internet cave wall, left for random explorers to find. I want them to know that I love you, and that I mark this time as something special, something celebratory. To miss a month feels as if I would forget the very essence of you, something that is a silent crime.
I love you so very much.