My Fair Lady

Five years ago, my wife and I went on our first date. Surprisingly, given my penchant for touching the leather of my shoe to my uvula, it went well. We took in a show, had dinner and great conversation. It was, dare I say, magical. Somehow, that lovely lady decided I was okay to marry and in May of '03, she actually said, "I do." (insert shotgun joke here)

Three years, nine months, fifteen days and seventeen hours after getting married, I sill miss her when she's gone. I still scramble to her side of the bed to hold her before she wakes up. I enjoy walking from garage sale to garage sale with her. I love teaching with her. I just like having her next to me. She's become my best friend and that's the highest compliment I can give her: I can be stupid and ridiculous and completely immature and she shakes her head and holds me close.

Here's to you, baby, and to 80 more years!!