Happy Anniversary

Today, my wife and I celebrated 9 years of marriage. We've been together for a total of 14. For gifts, I got the most perfect Red Sox pullover windbreaker, and she got a new bottle of perfume. Pretty basic for gifts, but it couldn't have worked out any better. We had a quiet, uneventful dinner at a local restaurant with the kids. That's right, we took the kids. We wouldn't have wanted it any other way. My wife is one of those women that other guys only dream of having. She doesn't complain about my underwear in the floor, or when I drink a few beers while watching the Red Sox play, or when I have the occasional cigar while golfing, or even when I take a weekend road trip with the guys to catch a football game that's 4 states away. She gets more beautiful each day that I know her; inside and out. Besides all of that, she has put up with my procrastinating, my grumpiness, my mood swings, and the excessive hours of overtime at work and home which caused the previously mentioned. Because of all of this, and for who and what she is, I tell her this. ..HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, SWEETHEART! If the next 9 years are only half as good as the first 9, my friends are going to be sooooo jealous! I love you.