For the lovely Mrs. Jib

A few months ago, a co-worker of mine picked up a picture frame on my desk, and this is the conversation that ensued:

"Is this your wife?"

"Yeah, it is."

"You married above your pay grade."

It was funny but true. Nine and a half years ago, I met the woman that I would soon want to spend the rest of my life with. Now, you couldn't have convinced me of that after our first meeting. As it turned out, neither one of us really liked one another at first. But we quickly became friends, which even more quickly turned into a courtship that was longer than most Hollywood marriages. Today I have the pleasure of thanking the lovely Mrs. Jib for taking pity on me and standing at my side all of these years, and for taking my hand in marriage two years ago today, making me the happiest man on the face of the earth.

Here's to the wonderful two years that have been, babe, and to the 50 or 60 yet ahead. I love you.