It’s that day today.
You may be curious how old she is, but we’re not supposed to talk about that. I can say that our birthdays are just about exactly six months apart, which means that when I was one year old, she was six months old, or half my age. Using my keen scientific mind, I estimate that that mathematical relationship would never change, and that therefore today she is still half my age, or 31.
I know. That makes me a cradle-robber. But she’s worth it!