I woke early my first morning in Marathon, Florida. They sky was still the black of night, and I padded softly to the bathroom so as not to wake Nick. I returned to the room to find the light on, and myself being serenaded with a very Hoops & Yoyo-esque version of "Happy Birthday." To say that I was amused would be an understatement.

We ran across a portion of the old 7-mile bridge and watched the sun rise from the mist, spent the day exploring Key West, and had dinner at a restaurant that gave me a free slice of Key Lime Pie when they found out it was my birthday. We said, over our mounded plates of fresh seafood, that we didn't know if we'd have room to finish our dinner, much less for dessert.

Plates emptied, we dug into that pie.

Thank you, Nick...for a birthday in paradise.