24 years of fun

Today is my (our) 24th wedding anniversary. My wife, Jackie, is my best friend. Long ago, after about a year of dating, I decided to make it difficult for her to leave me. In the legal sense, anyway. While we both have debated the whole state line boundary thing to marriage, we have both come home to each other. Kinda like playing with a baby but giving it back to the parents at the end of the day. No changing poopy diapers for us. Which is symbolism for emotional shit.

Anyway, aside from the convenient groping, leching, and "hey, while you're up . . . ", I love my wife. More than anything else, we laugh. We don't act our age. We snark. We get a lot from a little. We love our daughter. And, we're good parents.

Jackie reads my Maxim's, She used to read my Playboys (when I had a subscription). She pointed out the nice butt on the Harley at the Harley parade . . . then commented what a nice shot I took of it. She fishes. She likes football. She's a great cook.

Not so good at being neat.

She's a valued employee. She's been with the same company for 18 years! As such, she can take summers off to be with our daughter. She's a Girl Scout leader. She camps. She has a great personality and is well liked. She has a lot of friends.

Mostly, she's mine. Forever.

I love you, honey. Happy Anniversary!



(Ooh. I gotta get to the store!)