To GWH

For still sleeping next to me even when my farts smell like dead old people.

For not only believing in me when I said I wanted to open a store, but for supporting me physically, mentally, emotionally and financially so that I could.

For ordering take out without complaint when I'm too lazy to cook dinner for the 3rd night in a row.

For letting me spend $30 getting clean shirts laundered just so that I won't have to iron them.

For looking at every single scrapbooking page I do with great interest, even when you couldn't care less.

For mushrooms. You know what I mean.

For never complaining about having to raise 4 pre-existing, demanding, expensive and at times difficult children.

For being you, and being with me, and making me happier than I've ever been.

Thank you. And Happy Anniversary.