Today my relationship with my wife is 9 years old.
On Nov. 18th 2000 at about 4:30 pm in our high school band room I, a senior, asked a cute sophomore girl if she'd be my girlfriend. She was only 15 years old and I 17.
That was 108 months, or 3287 days, or 78,888 hours, or 4,733,280 minutes or 283,996,800 seconds ago! And we're still together.
We were married May 20, 2006 after five and half years of dating, and in two more days we will have been married for 3.5 years.
We have two daughters, Dakota and Lola. Each have four legs and tail and floppy ears. They are beautiful and we love them so very much.
Birthdays are days to celebrate the beginning. And today, I am celebrating the start of the most precious, loving, intimate, worthy relationship of my life.
Together, Heather and I have skied mountains, flown on planes, visited other countries, bought Christmas presents for a struggling family, enjoyed an eight day cruise, supported each other through college and grad school, cried together, and been an integral part of one another's life development.
I wouldn't have it any other way. Thank you, Heather, for being my girlfriend, high school sweet heart, bride and life companion. Happy birthday to us!