'Til Death Do Us Part

A long, long time ago, in a state far, far away (okay, 17 years in West-by-Gawd-Virginia), I received this proposal:

"So, the Herd is playing Brown on the 28th. Why don't we drive over to Greenup and get married before the game."

I said yes.

And we did.

Dearest Mr. Hot,

I love you darling.

Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for being my partner. For believing in me when I didn't believe in myself.
Thank you for being a wonderful father to your children.
Thank you for listening, not judging. For building up rather than tearing down.
Thank you for evenings on the porch with a glass of wine.
Thank you for raising our son to be a strong and caring young man with a heart of gold.
Thank you for loving my parents and my brother and sister and nieces and nephews.
Thank you for all of what is behind us, and all of what is yet to come.
Thank you for loving me.

You are my heart and soul.

Happy Anniversary Sweetheart. Here's to the next 17.