Mara got her roses today. I was a little afraid they wouldn't come in. She seemed thrilled. I'm so glad I could do something that meant a lot to her. I love her so much. In recent years we've had such a hard time that we've skipped birthdays and anniversaries. It felt good just simply to be able to tell her that I'm so grateful that she came into my life. I may want to knock her down sometimes, but I much prefer a woman with a fire in her belly to one that would meekly see to my every need and accept my word as law. Mara can be frustrating, but I wouldn't have her any other way. She's equal parts sweet and spicey. “Saucy,” I think is the right word.

Thanks, Mara, for making my life interesting. And, well, for loving me. I'm well aware that I am no walk in the park. I love you.