Lucky 13

I'm stealing the post title from my niece Aubrey's post about her daughter, #13 winning $1,000 in the baby derby. (That previous sentence sort of implies that Aubrey has 13 daughters-which she doesn't-yet.) Almost nothing is cooler than your lazy baby finally getting a job and bringing home a $1,000 first paycheck. Almost nothing, except for.....wait for it.......being married 13 years to a talented, brainy, super-babe.
Someone who is a great mother and great friend- even if most of them are imaginary internet friends.
Someone who still makes you laugh when she dances dorkily in front of the T.V.
Someone who still tells me that I'm a catch to make me feel young and studly.

Whoa. This post just got super gross and mushy, but it's been a great 13 years. I still remember when she agreed to marry me after I told her that I was holding her entire family hostage and would slay them if she didn't. Don't judge me, how else would I get her to marry me?

Here's a picture of the happy young couple early on:

And here's a more recent picture of my wife that I cropped myself. I'm quite proud of it. Some people just get better with age. How is she more beautiful now, 13 years later? Plastic surgery. Tons of it.
Just kidding, I would attribute it to her faith and positive attitude. She's pretty amazing. This explanation also explains why I look like I've aged about 50 years since the picture above. I could learn a lot from Kasie. I could, but it sounds like too much work and being a debbie downer is much easier for me.

And here's what we got for our anniversary. We left some room to grow on the entertainment set. The way TV's are going, I'm pretty sure that they will all be about 80" in a year or two and weigh 6 ounces and be 4-D so you can see backwards through time in them.
The word "Imagine" on the bookcase is in reference to me imagining that we still have any money left after blowing it all on this giant bookcase.