Here is my one thought for your birthday. Do you remember when we were first married and living in that funky basement in New York? I was gone on a trip for work and you called to tell me the carbon monoxide detector went off in the middle of the night. We would have never thought to have a carbon monoxide detector at the time, and while our landlord was totally weird, at least he had.
Sometimes, like just the other day, that comes to mind. And I usually stop what I'm doing to say a silent prayer of thanks.
Glad you're around for another birthday.
Well, actually you're not. You're in Haiti. But you know what I mean.