Today my wife, Monica, and I celebrate 8 years of marriage. In some ways 8 years seems like a long time, but in others it really doesn’t. I mean I have a great memory, but I have a hard time remembering LBM…life before Monica. I can’t even imagine life without her. I love her more today then when we got married.

In an imaginary world if I wasn’t married and I met her today, 8 years later, I would still want to marry her. Hopefully if that were the case she wouldn’t be married because I would have to beat up her husband. If I couldn’t beat him up I would have to try because he would be married to the love of my life. I would probably do a drive by kick in the shin and then run away screaming you ruined my life. It wouldn’t be his fault but I would fight him anyway. Luckily God worked it out so that we are together. I think He knew my life would stink without her.

Happy Anniversary Monica. The only woman I’ve ever loved.