3 children, 2 miscarriages, 4,596 arguments, and 17 years later we're still married.
And speaking for myself, I'm more in love now than I was that night when I said "I do."
17 years may not seem that long, but I bet if you ask her, when you're married to me, it seems like a lifetime.
Thanks, Ange. For putting up with me obsessing about a baseball team and for spending countless hours watching baseball games that mean nothing in the big picture but are seemingly life and death when they are happening. Thanks for putting up with the fact that I have multiple online friends yet balk whenever you mention getting together with some couple that actually live close by.
Thank you for giving me the three biggest blessings I could ever ask for in my children, and for putting up with a fully grown child as well. I know I'm not what you dreamed for growing up but I'll be forever grateful I became what you wished for when you reached adulthood.
I'll never deserve you but I'll always be eternally grateful I got you.
Here's to 17 years being celebrated and another 43 to come.
That'll give us an even 60 and by that time I figure you can just trade me in for a newer model.
Love you, darlin'.
And Happy Anniversary.
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