This brings me to an interesting point. My dearest Sarah is turning 27 today, which sounds a whole lot younger than the 31 I'm turning in 2 weeks and 3 days. For the next three years I can still grin thinking I'm an old 30-something with a hot young 20-something wife. When that's over I'll have to wait 6 more years to do more grinning of that sort, at which point our children will be 10, 9, 8, and 6, truncating of course.
That being said, Sarah, with whom I was in love for a bit over 6 years (more like 6.34 years if you are counting) before she actually married me, has been my wife for 5 years, 2 months, and 12 days (5.1995 years). That means in about 1.14 years, we will have been married for more than half our relationship.
I'm not sure if that means much to anyone else, but that sure means a lot to me. I really love my wife. May I get to love her for another 11.5395 years. And another after that. In fact, may we be together for a thousand more 11.5395 yearses!
This, btw, is the oldest picture of Sarah for which I have a digital version. This is from 1998. I'm sure I could scan one from Sarah's old pictures, but this is the only thing close to a decent picture I had of her for a long time (SNIFF).
Happy 27th Birthday Sarah!