Fifteen years ago today, I somehow had the remarkable good fortune of marrying the smartest, most adventurous, funniest, most beautiful woman in the world. (Television could not have designed a better wedding. Literally. The wedding was on television.)

Today, I have the remarkable good fortune of still feeling that way. Thank you, █████, for fifteen-plus years of adventure, challenge, joy, surprise, growth, puppy snorgles, forgetting important dates, and never being bored.

I love you, █████.

(I think this is the part where █████ would want me to tell the NPR listening audience, "She could be a real bitch sometimes." Oh, wait, I was supposed to save that for your eulogy? My bad.)