Happy Anniversary my love!

Eleven years ago I married my True Love. He is my best friend. He is the one that got me over my fear of heights by taking me parasailing on our honeymoon. I taught him the joys of lounging by the pool or the beach. He is the man that spent hours on the computer researching happy endings of pregnancies with the same problems as ours with Faith. He's the man that held me after we lost her, and the man that was giddy with joy and never put Rori down after her birth. He's the man that gave me my two sons that I never imagined, but love so much it takes my breath away. He is the man that rubs my feet every night and suffers through Lifetime movies. He gives gifts freely and generously. He loves his birthday as much as small children do. He opens his presents with extreme gusto. He is the man that has watched movies with me, that I have seen over and over to the point where I can quote the lines, and doesn't get annoyed with me. He is the man that wakes up, happy to see me, even if I am not so pleasant. So, Bill, I will always be the Buttercup to your Westley. And I know that death will not be the end of us. As Westley says, Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for awhile. (I had to try to figure out how to get a line from the Princess Bride into this post--this is the best I can do, as it's 9:00 at night.)

Clearly we need to get some pictures of us together, and/or some wedding photos scanned in. Until then--here you go!