Sometimes it’s hard for me to believe that I’ve been with this beautiful woman for nine years. She continues to amaze me with her smile, her temperament and the way she always manages to make me smile and be happy to come home. She’s put up with more of my shit than any combination of people, living or otherwise and continues to maintain that smile despite everything we’ve been through together. truly, all my accomplishments are hers, since I never would have made it this far without her.
I’ve always hated my own birthday. It often serves as a grim reminder of one of the worst instances of terrorism reported to the world in one day. But birthdays are important as one needs to know where one has come from in order to know where they’re going. They become even more important once you have children. I have the benefit of seeing that one more added digit is one more year I’ve loved my wife. Tonight, I get to spoil her. Happy birthday, Laura!
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