It feels like there hasn’t been a time when I didn’t know Rockford.

That’s not exactly accurate, but I have known him for most of my life. We met when we were in seventh grade, which would’ve made me 11. So that’s two-thirds of my life.

So we met in seventh grade, and then we had a caustic friendship for a long time. I don’t recommend that as a way to woo your future spouse, but it worked for us. And then one day out of nowhere I realized he’d become my best friend.

He’s still my best friend.

Happy birthday, Rockford. I’m so glad to have you around.