Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Let me start by first saying this: That is not a picture of me. Nor is it of my wife. But it gave me a serious fit of the snickers, so there it is.
Folks, I need to step aside from the usual fare and tell you a little something. Tomorrow, I will have been married to Lynette for 10 years. That's a full decade for those of you keeping score at home.
(I must pause here, or my wife will kill me. Yes, we got married on Valentine's Day. But that was only because I had a week off from school the next week, it was a Saturday, and neither of our moms would let us even consider getting married on Friday the 13th. We had no red, no hearts, no pink, nothing of the sort on our wedding day. So quit rolling your eyes.)
Now, back to the story. I know many of you think of me as the tough, hardened, mountain manish hunky hulkmeister. And yes, that's mostly true. But I do have a sensitive side.
And I just wanted to publicly tell the world (I know, that's redundant) that this has been the best decade of my life. My wife is the greatest thing (or person) to have ever existed on Planet Earth. I say this without hesitation, because it is true. She's the only person to ever fully understand (and tolerate) my quirks and faults, and she's simply the greatest mom since one Linda P. Dashner from Sumter, South Carolina (bearer of James in 1972, a kid with cheeks the size of Aretha Franklin's . . . calves).
Anyway, it's an overused cliche, but anyone who knows me will verify the truth of the following statement: I married up. Boy did I.
And so, Lynette, thanks for ten years. Here's to 60 more, and then may we both drop dead while playing bridge at the retirement home and go live in Heaven somewhere. I love you.
Posted by James Dashner at 3:47 PM