Every so often, I talk to my husband about how I wouldn’t have survived <insert life event here> without Sarah. And as dramatic as that sentence may sound, that is my reality-that is what I know to be true. We go together like peas and carrots.
I honestly don’t know how she’s put up with me for 30+ years, but I do know it’s not because of my cooking. (Although, I do make a mean cheese-plate.) I’m a ginormous pain in the ass…and don’t I know it.
Happy Birthday, Sarah. I love you bigger than the Beatles. I *am* your biggest fan.