Today was my sweetie's birthday: you rock, D-woman! We met so long ago on a peace trip to the former Soviet Union. And then, after 
many changes, troubles, heart aches and surprises we found one another again and have been married for 13 years. S
he is a great mother to our daughters, a wonderful musical collaborator, a sweet lover and my dearest friend. So... here's to you, dear wife: happy birthday. She is the one who opened my heart to poetry - and then to life - and even more to love. In a bookstore in Ohio, I read these words of Rilke and knew God was calling her to be my wife:Sometimes a man stands up during supper
and walks outdoors, and keeps on walking,
because of a church that stands somewhere in the East.
And his children say blessings on him as if he were dead.
And another man, who remains inside his own house,
dies there, inside the dishes and in the glasses,
so that his children have to go far out into the world
toward that same church, which he forgot.
And so we go forward - with two of our favorite songs:
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Birthday blessings to her, RJ.
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