Eight Years

It was eight years ago today that I met my wife for the very first time.

To make a long story short, had it not been for a weekly tradition of eating at Wendy's after class in college with my friends Brian and Michelle, I never would have met the beautiful, intelligent, and witty woman that would one day become my wife.

My wife's manupatch nameplate.

So today I'd like to give many thanks to my wife for all of the great memories we've made together the past eight years and for all the memories to come.  (And thanks for being so understanding about my odd hobby.)