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After wear­ing her down after two months of dat­ing, 3 months of liv­ing with her par­ents, and 11 months of liv­ing in our town­house together, my wife con­sented to marry me eleven years ago today.

While it would be naive to say it has been an easy road, it has been a road I would gladly jour­ney down again. Eleven years ago we wan­dered down to the mayor of vemil­ion Ohio who needed the mar­riage cer­e­mony infor­ma­tion done up in large print — to ful­fill the actual cer­e­mony. We had no friends nor fam­ily, but there was the drunk guy from the night before that said he was going to show up — thank­fully he didn’t. Both of us who hate win­ter had to get up early and go through a snow storm to get mar­ried. That folks is what you call true love.

To many years in the future and those days that have passed I leave this one mes­sage to my wife — I will love you always and for­ever if you will love me for­ever and always.

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