. . .of a thousand rainy days
Since we first met.

It's a big enough umbrella,
But it's always me that ends up
Getting wet.

Every little thing she does is magic . . .


Happy fourth anniversary, my lovely wife. Fairy dust and thoughts of you lift me to the skies.

And if I need to know which star to follow, I just need look to you.

I love you, wife.

Joseph Haines, signing off from nowhere near an abyss.