I love my wife. Period.

Happy birthday to my wonderful wife, G.  A most remarkable person.  I'm so blessed that she loves me so well and - perhaps more importantly - continues to willingly endure me.

This is the image from my birthday card to her this year.  We both go Photoshop wacky to celebrate any of our holidays.  After all the paintings of me festooned with diamonds, feathers, etc., it only seemed fair that she should bear the burden of outrageous glamour for a little while.