Yes, it was January 28, 1999. Yes, it was a dive bar. Yes, I was there with another guy. Yes, I saw you and knew I would marry you. Yes, I know you have always thought that to be Velveeta-cheesy to the bone. Yes, I wish you believed in ghosts and spirits. Yes, I drove on our first date (and got a parking ticket). Yes, we’ve been up, down, and all around the color wheel of emotion. Yes, I hated it when you started a business. Yes, now I am a believer too. Yes, having three kids in under four years was my idea and it is a lot of work. Yes, I nag too much. Yes, I keep the heat too high. Yes, I talk on the phone while chewing my food. Yes, I’m terrified of heights and I worry way too much. Yes, I hate reading directions of any kind. Yes, I’ll never understand how anyone can nap every day. Yes, I still don’t know what I will be when I grow up. Yes, I drove the car into the garage with the Yakima box on top by mistake just last week. Yes, you’re a great dad, husband, and friend. Yes, we have three amazing kids, a pretty perfect life, and no, I wouldn’t change a thing.