Sunday, May 22
An Open Letter

Honey,

Who'd have thunk? After that day 17 years ago, that I would be sitting here, typing this post?

As I recall, it was the hottest day of the year. The air conditioning in the church, limo, and restaurant (though this one was later rectified) was broken. The organist didn't show up until we were ready to walk back down the aisle. The video of our wedding got screwed up.

Despite all of that, I remember it being the best day of my life, barring the birth of our children. The honeymoon was fantastic. A mystical time in which we were able to spend some blessed time by ourselves, discovering each other and the beauty of the places we visited.

I promise not to tell anyone how you locked the keys in the car on our first day of the trip. Or how the tow truck driver who came to rescue those keys declined any sort of payment once he found out we were on our honeymoon. Honest. That little secret is safe with me.

It's been a wild ride. We've had so many ups and downs. Each time we get past a particularly rough patch, we seem to have forged a bond that is even stronger.

You are the other half of me, yet I am not soley dependent upon you. I'm able to do quite well when I am not with you, yet when you are around, I'm just more content.

As I write this post, I can't believe how time has flown. Conversely, it feels like we have been together forever. I'm not sure I have the words to express it.

I know this letter is a day late, but goodness, what a day it was. Tball games, softball tournament, end of the year parties. All in one day. Despite all of that, I don't know when I've had a better time.

Happy 17th Anniversary Sweetheart! I love you. And I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now.

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Thursday, December 16
She does a mom proud

It's one of those things you strive for. You spend countless hours teaching them about right and wrong. How to treat others, how to treat others that may be "different" than you.

I got a call from one of her teachers today, who wanted to relate a conversation that she overheard between Moobear and Rodriguez, one of her classmates. After a moments panic, I realized that Moobear hadn't done anything wrong, and I was curious at why she would call me.

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