Happy Birthday, you.

Another year older, several years wiser, a few pounds lighter, a bit more self-confident, more emotionally scarred, less emotionally crippled, and generally making progress as a mother, a believer, a person, if not any longer as a spouse.

I wish you well. Yes, even now. And I always will.

Okay everybody, it’s your turn now. Go wish Wendi a happy birthday.