Happy 8th Anniversary

Just about 4:45 p.m. on Friday, March 27, 1998, I became the bride of the most incredible man. We were wed by the Justice of the Peace in the Tabasco tie in Killeen, Texas. It was wonderful. I look at these pictures and realize I'm a horrible cradle-robber. I prefer to call it marrying well. Not every woman can snag a stud-boy 21-year-old soldier to make her an honest woman. Ok, that is pushing it, but I did convince him to put a gold band on my finger, buy me a diamond and promise to keep me in Nikes, Levis and Tommy Hilfiger.

Gees, we look so young. He WAS young! Heck, he still is. What happened to me?

and, a way you can still find us often, much to our children's chagrin.

So, why do I love this man? Let me count the ways:
1. He is even more of a pefectionist than I am.
2. He loves our children, including my son that came as part of the package deal.
3. He works a job he hates so we can live the way we're accustomed.
4. He works on his days off reffing soccer games for extra money.
5. He lets me plan our date nights and pick the restaurant.
6. He puts the toilet seat down.
7. He always makes sure I "go." *wink*
8. He's smart.
9. He can think well on his feet.
10. He can do the splits when he plays first base.

Ok, that is just small sampling of the many reasons. I left out his cooking, his willingness to trudge into the stormy cold rain to dig out our drains ... I could go on and on.

So, how do I demonstrate my love for him:
1. I stand in line for 30 minutes at the grocery store with two hungry children to save $20.
2. I pack his lunch every night.
3. I make sure he has batteries for his flashlight. It might take me a while, but I'll get it done eventually.
4. I wash his clothes.
5. I watch Ultimate Fighting whatever with him and only roll my eyes occasionally.
6. I point out pretty girls for him to ogle.
7. I send him to El Paso with his friends for SuperBowl weekend.
8. I send him to Hooters on Sundays during football season to watch the Vikings while I stay home with the baby.
9. I wear stocking and high heels.
10. I try to take good care of his children.

Honey, I love you. I think I'm the luckiest woman on the planet. Ok, maybe the second, that lady who had a Bingo machine fall on her and gives her spontaneous orgasms might be a little luckier. But, I digress. Thank you for making me your wife.

We're celebrating by having t-ball practice. We're romantics at heart. ;)