Herm, I don’t know when we found our sweet spot. It wasn’t when we first laid eyes on one another, and it wasn’t when we found our first house or had our son. It wasn’t even when we buried our parents. I still can’t figure out exactly when we hit our stride, found our sweet spot, but here we are. At this late date, we’ve learned how to move forward with the least amount of drag on our ship. When the seas turn rough, there’s no one I’d rather be with. Happy birthday, Herm.