Thursday, January 03, 2008

13 years ago...

I married the man of my dreams (yes you!). We spent this 13th anniversary cleaning up vomit from a 4 year old and trying to figure out why Molly went on a nursing strike (14 hours without eating, ouch). No chocolates, no flowers or jewelry were exchanged but moulding was put up in the school room. I couldn't ask for a better present than your time. Thank you for being an excellent father to our children and a loving, patient and serving husband to me. I don't say it often enough, but I love you.

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Anonymous Brian said...

And to think that 13 years ago I snatched you away from a promising career in politics. Of course, raising five daughters and a small pirate really isn't much different from a career in politics.

One of these years we will have a romantic anniversary. Maybe 25 or 30. When the kids are off having anniversaries of their own.

Thank you for becoming the beautiful P31 that you are. You are truly a wife, mother, teacher, micropreneur and friend of the first water.

I love you too,

Brian

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