Sixty one-derful years.
It has been my distinct pleasure to have spent most of my wife's life being her husband.
If you were to track back into those hazy days of high school, you might find us there.
Strangers who grew up within a block of one another for a while.
Those two years that separated us was an eternity.
Now it's part of history. The history we have shared.
Today marks another year on the road, for her, for me, for us.
I don't want you to believe that there is no story without me.
Every day there are adventures and triumphs and the occasional speed bump.
We celebrate the roses and endure the thorns.
We celebrate one another and endure one another.
But mostly today we celebrate the entrée of Kristen upon this earth.
None of these things could have happened without that spark.
Without that light.
We begin another of those highly anticipated trips around the sun.
Another beginning.
Another year.
One-derful.
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