9 years ago, tomorrow (Sep 12th), I married a fantastic guy. I am very lucky, and I knew it then. My wedding was like a fairytale for me, not so much because of the dress, the church, or the reception, but because I knew I was marrying a prince of a guy. We don’t have much money, we are not the perfect couple, we have different tastes in television programming and we have different ideas of comfort. However, what we do have is so much more than that.

He is my best friend, my comforter, my cheerleader, my lover, my rock, my gripe wall, my clown, and the father to my children. He’s not an alpha male, but he’s no pushover either. He ain’t George Clooney, but he’s hot to me.

I’m posting this a day early as I have a lot of running around to do tomorow, and tomorrow night we’re going out. Our actual anniversary present to each other happens a week Friday (we are going away, together, for two nights without our children *gasp*).

To my honey… thank you for nine adventurous years, and three beautiful children. May we continue this ride forever – I can do it, as long as you’re beside me.