Birthday Love Bites

Ten years ago today, the eve of my birthday, is when I first met my Meg.  At least, that is how our memories have come together to tell the story.  From that first night of her "Happy Birthday" serenade, I knew I had found someone who was holding a (pretty gigantic) piece of my heart and life would never be the same. 
Ten years later, I came home tonight to a house filled with music, delicious smells, and this swoon-a-licious woman bustling about our kitchen, preparing a beautiful birthday feast (yes, complete with wine, and flowers, and a homemade gluten-free cake).  On this once again eve of a new year, I am feeling so very lucky to be loved by this amazing person, and grateful for the journey that brought us back to each other.