10/04/2026
Happy 55th birthday to my husband, my favourite human, my partner in crime, and the man who somehow agreed to all of this. 💙
We’ve been together long enough now to have written a fairly substantial book.
Possibly a trilogy.
There have been chapters about careers, family, big decisions, stupid decisions, wonderful decisions, dogs, cats, chickens, ducks, geese, peacocks, pigs, gardens, tractors, renovations, moving, staying, starting over, and that brief period where we apparently decided becoming farmers was a perfectly reasonable response to a global pandemic.
Somewhere along the way, Two Gentlemen Farmers stopped being a joke and became an actual life.
And through all of it, Chris has been the steady one beside me. The person I come home to. The one who has laughed with me, worried with me, dreamed with me, occasionally rolled his eyes at me, and still somehow keeps agreeing to whatever the next ridiculous idea might be.
Which is good, because 55 feels different.
This birthday comes with a sense that one chapter is quietly wrapping up and another is already beginning.
Retirement is getting closer. Prince George is starting to feel like a chapter we’re preparing to close. Somewhere on the other side of the country there may be an old farmhouse, some ocean, a few chickens, a ridiculous number of dogs, and two men wandering around wondering how exactly they ended up there.
And I love that we don’t quite know yet.
After all these years together, I’m still excited to find out what happens next.
Maybe this is Chapter 55.
Or maybe we’re about to start a whole new book.
Happy birthday, Chris. 🫶💙🥖🧈
There is nobody else I’d rather write it with.
