Eleven years ago today I met my wife. That day has to be the single most important turning point in my life. Without meeting her I would not be the man I am today.

We met through a mutual friend. I worked with her best friend. This friend was celebrating her birthday and had tickets to a comedy show. She invited me and another co-worker and of course my wife. We met at the comedy club and made all the necessary introductions. My co-worker and I had been drinking prior to making it to the club so we were a little rowdy. We went in and watched the show. Us guys continued to drink and my future wife did not look impressed. The show was pretty good but I don't remember the comedian.

After the show we all decided to head out to the beach. We had stopped at a gas station to get drinks and snacks. I remember going back to my car and my future wife just standing at the door to my car. It finally sunk in she wanted me to open it for her. We get to the beach, her friend and my friend disappear to do only god knows what. This forced me and my future wife to get to know each other. We talked for what seemed like hours. We discussed family, life, books and whatever else. She conned me into giving her a back rub and we saw three shooting stars that night. We started walking back to the car hoping to find our friends and I pulled a lame move to get her to kiss me. It worked and we kissed.

We headed back to the comedy club so everyone could get their cars. From that point on it was me and her. 11 years later we are still together.

She is the driving force behind everything I have done. I owe all of my success to her. She has sacrificed a lot being my wife and I appreciate every bit of it. She is probably the only woman on the face of the Earth who could tolerate me. She is an awesome woman, a great wife and one of the best mothers I know.

Jenny, I love you more than words could even begin to describe. I am the luckiest man alive and I owe it all to you. You are my everything. Here's to another 11 years. Love you baby.