20 years of knowing you. 11 years married. And somehow, we’re still standing. This post is late because... well, life. Between the kids, the chaos, the businesses, the birthdays, the breakdowns (emotional and mechanical), we forgot to stop and say: damn, we did that. And we’re still doing it. From tequila-soaked nights to sleepless baby ones, from boardrooms to blowouts (the argument kind and the hair kind), from hustling like maniacs to collapsing on the couch with takeout—there’s no one else I’d want beside me. You are my favorite human, my ride-or-die, my co-parent, co-founder, co-chaos coordinator. Thanks for loving me through it all—even when I’m hangry, hungover, or dragging us into another “great idea.” Here’s to forever, and to aging disgracefully together. I love you wildly.