Today is me and Mel’s ten year anniversary. That is crazy. I met her in my history class in tenth grade and thought she was a babe. She was funny and happy and cute and caring and smart and giving. She is still all those things. But now she also cooks my dinner, wrangles our three kids during the day, mows the lawn sometimes (I’ve already forgiven her for the sprinkler head she broke last week), makes sure we never run out of floss, gives much more than she gets, thinks of her family before herself, and puts up with my snoring. I don’t know what I did to deserve her. Happy Anniversary Mel!