Happy Anniversary.

Thirteen years. 

Wow, that's pretty cool. 

I don't even really know how to approach telling you (and anyone else who happens to read this) how awesome you have been over the past thirteen years.  The only thing I can think to do it think back to who I was back when we met.

I was something of a mess. 

I was flitting and floating around the ether with no idea really about what I wanted to be when I grew up.  I smoke a pack or a pack and a half a day.  I was a dedicated, if infrequent, pothead.  When we married, I was working as a AV guy with J&S Audiovisual in Houston.  I lived in a crappy apartment across the street from a strip club I couldn't even manage to visit.  The only thing I was good at was apathy. 

Then you showed up.  And you did things...intentionally.  Where I would fall into some circumstance and try to make a go of it, you would make a decision to do something and then follow it through as though that was just how things worked.  What a revelation. 

Damn you were pretty, still are.  It is amazing how you seem to get better every year. 

Thank you for showing me how to do things, things I want to do instead of whatever is happening.  It has made a tremendous difference.  I owe who and what I am now to you and I am thankful for all of it. 

I love you.

Happy anniversary.

I hope we get at least thirteen more.

MWAH