Happy Birthday, Leah!

I met Leah back in the spring of 1999. We were out to dinner with her and Cory at this little restaurant/pub place and I remember being a bit queasy and not too sure what to expect - it didn't help either that I was painfully shy and didn't say much during dinner [boy how *I've* changed since then, eh?] - but as I remember she was pretty, had a gentle smile and a quirky sense of humour and I liked her right off the bat.

Seven years later, she's still pretty, she still has a gentle smile, she still has a quirky sense of humour and she's still my friend. Happy Birthday, Leah.