My wife, Patty, the partner of my labors, the delight of my eyes, the answer to better prayers than I knew how to pray when I met her 40 years ago, has a birthday today.
Fairly often her birthday falls on Election Day–which this year might be fairly called a stressor, in that we might wind up handing our country over to the tender mercies of a crime family. But it’s still her birthday, and we’re not going to let current events deprive us of the pleasure. Well, we hope not.