Today is Adam's 35th birthday. He woke up depressed, saying that 35 is when most men go crazy and split. It's hard to be a man, I suppose. So much pressure to be successful according to a definition that differs in so many ways from what is truly important in life. I told Adam that I think 35 is sexy. And it only gets better. 40, 45...men have it easy that way. I look forward to aging with him, growing with him. I think that up until now he has been primed and prepped for what is to come in his life, which I believe will be greatness. He is a creative genius who has overcome hardship in many forms. He has a pure heart that is becoming further refined. He has strength that he doesn't even give himself credit for. He is a remarkable man, a tender father, a caring husband, and a servant to all. He definitely has a servant's heart. I love that about him. He's the funniest guy I know, cracking me up in belly laughs when he's not even trying to be funny. He never takes himself too seriously, but he has a die-hard belief in his ideas and dreams. He goes for the gusto in just about everything he cares passionately about. And up until now, he's been just warming up. 35 is gonna be great. Happy Birthday, my love!