My beautiful wife, Colette, catches back up to me today and turns 29 again.  She might think she's starting to show her age, but that's not then case when I look at her.  To me, I still see the same girl who stole my heart in 10th grade and still hasn't given it back.  I hope today is as stress free as it should be for her, but I am not willing to put any money on that at all.  And with a dead oven at home, I can't even cook her something really scrumptious for dinner, but that's a whole different post.