Happy Birthday, Honey!!!

Thirteen years ago today we met and fell in love - or at least you wouldn't go away when I told you too.

I love ya, Babe. More today than when you were 25.

(And just for the record, I'm glad Mr. Cuervo made you stubborn that night...)

Update: And just for the record, you can call him Wxman (which is TV shorthand for "weatherman"). That's my Honey. He'd be a storm chasin' everyday, if there was any money in it. Instead, he's just my own personal meteorologist...