My smiley, sweet guy... you bowl me over daily with this smile. I no longer draw a paycheck. I no longer have a 401K. I no longer have leisurely lunches or coffee breaks or even go to the bathroom by myself. I no longer get to gossip with the girls or have cocktails after work (unless you count my glass of wine after you guys are in bed). I no longer wear anything that isn't wash and wear. But YOU (and your brother!) are all the benefits that I need. You make every day worth while, and every day count. I love you, my smiley, sweet guy.