Good morning,
Happy Birthday, Andrea—three ways!
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
— William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
“Happy is the man who finds a true friend, and far happier is he who finds that true friend in his wife.” — Franz Schubert
“Shouldn’t we hold out for the person who doesn’t just tolerate our little quirks, but actually kind of likes them?” — Ted Mosby in “How I Met Your Mother”
It’s been a great run so far; I look forward to what lies ahead.
Happy birthday,
Glenn
From the archives:
Wishing you a very Happy Birthday, Andrea.
May your special day be all about you!
❤️Sioux and John