Lucky 13Posted: August 6, 2007
There’s nothing superstitious about the number 13 for me. Especially this year.
The above picture was taken 13 years ago — August 6, 1994. The day I became the luckiest man in the world. Yeah, I said it. The world.
As I sit here and type this, I can’t even fathom all that has gone on in those 13 years. All I know is I couldn’t have made it on my own. And, fortunately, I didn’t have to. Renee has been by my side. Each step of the way.
We’ve created life. We’ve endured death. We’ve started new jobs. We’ve built a house. We’ve moved from one state to another. From the happiest moment to the hardest, it’s only been one way — together.
Can’t really ask for more than that.
My only hope today? That she believes I’ve lived up to my end of the deal as much as she’s lived up to hers. I certainly have tried. But, I gotta tell you, she sets a mean example.
She has seen me at my best — and at my worst. She has put up with so much — and then some. And I’ll never be able to express how appreciative I am.
She’s an unbelievable teacher.
She’s an amazing mother.
She’s an incredible wife.
But, mostly, she’s a fabulous friend.
Happy 13th Anniversary, Renee.
Love you. Mega.
What else? I got nothin’.