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August 16, 2002
Happy Birthday, Debbie!

Breathing
You are the reason I get up and take my first breath.
The night we danced at the convention I took you into my lungs and wanted to keep you there forever.
The night I proposed every breath left me through my one down knee.
On our wedding, I don’t know which left me more breathless – the first sight of you in fancy white, or the organ march and the guests arisen.
They say that when couples sleep beside each other, their breathing synchronizes. Then your breath as mine will exhale love until the very last.