Mrs. Earp and I met in high school, as she was my friend Mike’s sister. We started dating in 1992 – I was a year out of college and she was a sophomore at West Chester University.
We were married in 1997 – on the anniversary of the Nagasaki bombing, heh – and four kids and twenty-one years later, here we are.
Mrs. Earp is a good person, and great mother, and an incomparable friend. She has put up with a lot from me – the sarcasm, the dangerous job, and two-plus years of depression – but she never wavered from her support. I should probably take her out to dinner, but I’m working a twelve-hour shift tonight because of the damned Eagles parade.
Happy birthday, anyway. I do have gifts waiting for you.
Thus begins our annual Three Birthdays in Six Days Marathon. I’ll name the cake-related diabetes after the wife. 🙂