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Four years ago today, your daddy and I made it offical.  This was great for several reasons. First, we loved each other. Second, he needed a green card. (Kidding, USCIS/ICE!  Well, I mean, he did, but that wasn't the reason we . . . nevermind, you guys have no sense of humor.) Third, we really like cake and man, did we ever get a good one at this party.  A few years later, poof, you existed, deaf Fidg.  First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes little time to date and more challenging travel.  But the love and marriage are still there and that's no small thing these days.  Lately, when daddy and I kiss good-bye in the morning, you, from your perch on daddy's arm, stretch out your arms and squish our heads together for encore kisses. Repeatedly.  If that's your way of asking for a sibling, it's cute, but you're more likely to get a pony.