You know, Yulia, I’ve tried several times to write the story of how we met. But every time, after just a couple of sentences, I’d freeze in horror and couldn’t go on. Horror at the thought that it might never have happened. It all came down to chance. I could have looked the other way, you could have turned away. The second that defined my life could have passed differently. And everything would have been different. I probably would have been the unhappiest person on earth. And how wonderful it is that we did look at each other then, and that now I can shake my head, brush those thoughts away, run my hand across my forehead, and say, “Phew... what a nightmare to even imagine.” I have you, and no matter what happens, the very thought of that makes me incredibly happy. Thank you for that. Happy birthday, baby ❤️