6 years ago today, she became my wife, and we haven’t stopped laughing. It’s been the shortest and longest six years of my life. Shortest, because it still feels like we’re newlyweds, even though we’ve got a four year old son. Longest, because life before her is a distant grey memory.
She is more than I could have ever dreamed of in a wife. She’s smart, funny, my better, and she loves football more than I do. She TiVo’s games, and even though she frequently knows the score, will watch the games on Monday while I’m at work just to “see the plays”. She always speaks her mind and doesn’t play those silly games some women like to play. She’s not coy or too sweet. She’s the perfect mix of caring, sarcasm, blunt honesty and a shady diplomat who always gets her way – without manipulation – just because she’s so damned right all the time.
Today is 1/23/04. The next “lineup” year is 1/23/45 – which will be our forty-seventh anniversary. May we make it there, with more wrinkles, some grandkids, a lot of friends, and laughing the whole time. I love you, sweetie. Happy anniversary!!