3 children, 2 miscarriages along the way, and a whole lot of hugs.
A few arguments, some tears, and a lifetime worth of laughter.
Tomorrow is the 16th anniversary of what I like to refer to as "The Miracle of Ang agreeing to marry me" but what most would refer to as our 16th wedding anniversary.
Somehow, in spite of the amount of idiocy that has come out of my mouth over the past decade and a half, she's stuck by me. From stupid comments like "I make 5 times as much money as you" to watching me turn into a raving lunatic in the fall of 2004 she's been there.
As I've wilted like a dying flower at the sight of a dirty diaper, she's been there to knock me out of the way, roll up her sleeves, and get her hands dirty. So to speak. She's been a stay at home with the rowdiest bunch of kids this side of "The Bad News Bears" for the past 10 years and I'll be forever grateful.
How she's managed to not lock them all in a cage at one point or another is a question for another day.
Add onto all that the fact she's married to a OCD having, attention span lacking, Red Sox obsessed dink of a husband and I'm pretty sure she deserves a medal. Or at the very least the Pulitzer Prize.
Happy Anniversary, darlin'.
I've just got one question.
Due to the fact I'm 38 yet look like I'm 50, how in God's name do you look better NOW than you did then?
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