Today is Dorinda’s birthday, so I’ve been wondering just what to post on the blog for such a momentous occasion. You know she’s turning 28 again, (for the 5th year in a row, it’s amazing I tell you!)
I thought maybe I’d write a poem. But I’m the guy who admits that while roses may be red, violets are actually PURPLE.
And nothing rhymes with purple…
I guess I could sing her a song, but anybody who has ever heard me sing would advise against ruining her special day in such a tortuous manner.
Then I realized that while poems and songs aren’t really my strength, I am not without skills. And there’s a certain collection of skills I have that many other people pay me handsomely for. Yet Dorinda rarely receives direct benefits from these. I used these skills once to win her heart so many years ago. But now, so often I use these skills for the world, but only meagerly for my wife.
That ends today.
Happy Birthday my dear, I love more than you can imagine. This is my gift to you, I hope you enjoy it.
See a hi-res version of the completed work here.
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