Joyeux Anniversaire

It's a moment frozen in time. Me in my office attire, pushing through the revolving door. And there you are, OH MY GOD. I think you were trying to take a picture of me. Maybe that picture is lost forever now, lying on the floor of a bar where we left it at 4 AM. But that moment is ours. I'll be forever circling on that revolving door, and you'll always be standing there. To confuse and excite and surprise and delight me, like you have been known to do. It's quite representative of what we have.